text_original: They died, ay! they died! and we things that are now, Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow, Who make in their dwellings a transient abode, Meet the changes they met on their pilgrimage road.
text_transcription: THEY DIED AY THEY DIED AND WE THINGS THAT ARE NOW WHO WALK ON THE TURF THAT LIES OVER THEIR BROW WHO MAKE IN THEIR DWELLINGS A TRANSIENT ABODE MEET THE CHANGES THEY MET ON THEIR PILGRIMAGE ROAD
phonemes: ðeɪ dˈaɪd, ˈaɪ! ðeɪ dˈaɪd! ænd wiː θˈɪŋz ðæt ɑːɹ nˈaʊ, hˌuː wˈɔːk ɔnðə tˈɜːf ðæt lˈaɪz ˌoʊvɚ ðɛɹ bɹˈaʊ, hˌuː mˌeɪk ɪn ðɛɹ dwˈɛlɪŋz ɐ tɹˈænsiənt ɐbˈoʊd, mˈiːt ðə tʃˈeɪndʒᵻz ðeɪ mˈɛt ˌɔn ðɛɹ pˈɪlɡɹɪmɪdʒ ɹˈoʊd.