text_original: The ghost it seemed of all we'd dreamed, Of all we had desired; That  turned a curse, an empty cry   With wailing words went trailing by In hope's dead robes attired.
text_transcription: THE GHOST IT SEEMED OF ALL WE DREAMED OF ALL WE HAD DESIRED THAT TURNED A CURSE AN EMPTY CRY WITH WAILING WORDS WENT TRAILING BY IN HOPE'S DEAD ROBES ATTIRED
phonemes: ðə ɡˈoʊst ɪt sˈiːmd ʌv ˈɔːl wiːd dɹˈiːmd, ʌv ˈɔːl wiː hæd dɪzˈaɪɚd; ðæt tˈɜːnd ɐ kˈɜːs, ɐn ˈɛmpti kɹˈaɪ wɪð wˈeɪlɪŋ wˈɜːdz wɛnt tɹˈeɪlɪŋ baɪ ɪn hˈoʊpz dˈɛd ɹˈoʊbz ɐtˈaɪɚd.