text_original: Sometimes its laughter shakos the sky. Sometimes the groans of those who die. Still through the night and through the livelong day The infinite army marches on its remorseless wa\ RICHARD WATSON GILDER. COME TO THESE SCENES
text_transcription: SOMETIMES ITS LAUGHTER SHAKES THE SKY SOMETIMES THE GROANS OF THOSE WHO DIE STILL THROUGH THE NIGHT AND THROUGH THE LIVELONG DAY THE INFINITE ARMY MARCHES ON ITS REMORSELESS WAY END OF POEM DISRECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz ɪts lˈæftɚ ʃˈɑːkoʊz ðə skˈaɪ. sˈʌmtaɪmz ðə ɡɹˈoʊnz ʌv ðoʊz hˌuː dˈaɪ. stˈɪl θɹuː ðə nˈaɪt ænd θɹuː ðə lˈaɪvlɔŋ dˈeɪ ðɪ ˈɪnfɪnət ˈɑːɹmi mˈɑːɹtʃᵻz ˌɔn ɪts ɹᵻmˈɔːɹsləs wˈɑː bˈækslæʃ ɹˈɪtʃɚd wˈɑːtsən ɡˈɪldɚ. kˈʌm tuː ðiːz sˈiːnz