text_original: The shadowy scents, that haunt and flit Along the walks, beneath the boughs, Seem ghosts of sweethearts here who sit, Or wander 'round each empty house, Wrapped in the silence of dead vows.
text_transcription: THE SHADOWY SCENTS THAT HAUNT AND FLIT ALONG THE WALKS BENEATH THE BOUGHS SEEM GHOSTS OF SWEETHEARTS HERE WHO SIT OR WANDER ROUND EACH EMPTY HOUSE WRAPPED IN THE SILENCE OF DEAD VOWS
phonemes: ðə ʃˈædoʊi sˈɛnts, ðæt hˈɔːnt ænd flˈɪt ɐlˈɔŋ ðə wˈɔːks, bᵻnˌiːθ ðə bˈaʊz, sˈiːm ɡˈoʊsts ʌv swˈiːthɑːɹts hˈɪɹ hˌuː sˈɪt, ɔːɹ wˈɔndɚ ɹˈaʊnd ˈiːtʃ ˈɛmpti hˈaʊs, ɹˈæpt ɪnðə sˈaɪləns ʌv dˈɛd vˈaʊz.