text_original: For life seems only a shuddering breath, A smothered, desperate cry, And things have a terrible permanence When people die.
text_transcription: FOR LIFE SEEMS ONLY A SHUDDERING BREATH A SMOTHERED DESPERATE CRY AND THINGS HAVE A TERRIBLE PERMANENCE WHEN PEOPLE DIE
phonemes: fɔːɹ lˈaɪf sˈiːmz ˈoʊnli ɐ ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ bɹˈɛθ, ɐ smˈʌðɚd, dˈɛspɚɹət kɹˈaɪ, ænd θˈɪŋz hæv ɐ tˈɛɹᵻbəl pˈɜːmənəns wɛn pˈiːpəl dˈaɪ.