text_original: I heard the bell foiled on thy burial day; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away; And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu! I kit was it such?  It was.
text_transcription: I HEARD THE BELL TOLLED ON THY BURIAL DAY I SAW THE HEARSE THAT BORE THEE SLOW AWAY AND TURNING FROM MY NURSERY WINDOW DREW A LONG LONG SIGH AND WEPT ALAS ADIEW BUT WAS IT SUCH IT WAS
phonemes: aɪ hˈɜːd ðə bˈɛl fˈɔɪld ˌɔn ðˌaɪ bˈɛɹɪəl dˈeɪ; aɪ sˈɔː ðə hˈɜːs ðæt bˈɔːɹ ðiː slˈoʊ ɐwˈeɪ; ænd, tˈɜːnɪŋ fɹʌm maɪ nˈɜːsɚɹi wˈɪndoʊ, dɹˈuː ɐ lˈɔŋ, lˈɔŋ sˈaɪ, ænd wˈɛpt ɐ lˈæst ɐdjˈuː! aɪ kˈɪt wʌz ɪt sˈʌtʃ?  ɪt wˈʌz.