text_original: For that you weep not outright, filing slow Thro' the mid highway of this city drear, You even as gentle stranger folk appear, Who of the common sorrow nothing know!
text_transcription: FOR THAT YOU WEEP NOT OUTRIGHT FILING SLOW THROUGH THE MID HIGHWAY OF THIS CITY DREAR YOU EVEN AS GENTLE STRANGER FOLK APPEAR WHO OF THE COMMON SORROW NOTHING KNOW
phonemes: fɔːɹ ðæt juː wˈiːp nˌɑːt aʊtɹˈaɪt, fˈaɪlɪŋ slˈoʊ θɹˈoʊ ðə mˈɪd hˈaɪweɪ ʌv ðɪs sˈɪɾi dɹˈɪɹ, juː ˈiːvən æz dʒˈɛntəl stɹˈeɪndʒɚ fˈoʊk ɐpˈɪɹ, hˌuː ʌvðə kˈɑːmən sˈɑːɹoʊ nˈʌθɪŋ nˈoʊ!