text_original: Our baggage totters on its roof, Of Vanity and Care, As Hope, the postboy, spurs each hoof, Or heavy eyed Despair. And now a comrade with us rides, Love, haply, or Remorse; And that dim traveler besides, Gaunt Memory on a horse.
text_transcription: OUR BAGGAGE TOTTERS ON ITS ROOF OF VANITY AND CARE AS HOPE THE POSTBOY SPURS EACH HOOF OR HEAVY EYED DESPAIR AND NOW ACCOMORATE WITH US RIDES LOVE HAPLY OR REMORSE AND THAT DIM TRAVELLER BESIDES GAUNT MEMORY ON A HORSE
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ bˈæɡɪdʒ tˈɑːɾɚz ˌɔn ɪts ɹˈuːf, ʌv vˈænᵻɾi ænd kˈɛɹ, æz hˈoʊp, ðə pˈoʊstbɔɪ, spˈɜːz ˈiːtʃ hˈuːf, ɔːɹ hˈɛvi ˈaɪd dᵻspˈɛɹ. ænd nˈaʊ ɐ kˈɑːmɹæd wɪð ˌʌs ɹˈaɪdz, lˈʌv, hˈæpli, ɔːɹ ɹᵻmˈɔːɹs; ænd ðæt dˈɪm tɹˈævəlɚ bᵻsˈaɪdz, ɡˈɔːnt mˈɛmɚɹi ˌɔn ɐ hˈɔːɹs.