text_original: Stoop o'er the place of graves, and softlj The sighing herbage by the gleaming stone, That they who near the churchyard willows stray, And listen in the deepening gloom, alone, May think of gentle souls that passed away, Like thy pure breath, into the fail unknown, Sent forth from heaven among the SODS ol men, And gone into the boundless heaven again. 56 POEMS OF NATURE.
text_transcription: STOOP OVER THE PLACE OF GRAVES AND SOFTLY SWAY THE SIGHING HERBAGE BY THE GLEAMING STONE THAT THEY WHO NEAR THE CHURCHYARD WILLOWS STRAY AND LISTEN IN THE DEEP'NING GLOOM ALONE MAY THINK OF GENTLE SOULS THAT PASSED AWAY LIKE THY PURE BREATH INTO THE VAST UNKNOWN SENT FORTH FROM HEAVEN AMONG THE SONS OF MAN AND GONE INTO THE BOUNDLESS HEAVEN AGAIN
phonemes: stˈuːp ˈɔːɹ ðə plˈeɪs ʌv ɡɹˈeɪvz, ænd sˈɔftldʒ ðə sˈaɪɪŋ hˈɜːbɪdʒ baɪ ðə ɡlˈiːmɪŋ stˈoʊn, ðæt ðeɪ hˌuː nˌɪɹ ðə tʃˈɜːtʃjɑːɹd wˈɪloʊz stɹˈeɪ, ænd lˈɪsən ɪnðə dˈiːpənɪŋ ɡlˈuːm, ɐlˈoʊn, mˈeɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv dʒˈɛntəl sˈoʊlz ðæt pˈæst ɐwˈeɪ, lˈaɪk ðˌaɪ pjˈʊɹ bɹˈɛθ, ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈeɪl ʌnnˈoʊn, sˈɛnt fˈɔːɹθ fɹʌm hˈɛvən ɐmˌʌŋ ðə sˈɑːdz ˈɑːl mˈɛn, ænd ɡɔn ˌɪntʊ ðə bˈaʊndləs hˈɛvən ɐɡˈɛn. fˈɪfti sˈɪks pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ.