text_original: I watch the sun dial as I wait And hope to see its slow hand fly. The stately poplars at the gate Are funeral torches flaring high.
text_transcription: I WATCH THE SUN DIAL AS I WAIT AND HOPE TO SEE ITS SLOW HAND FLY THE STATELY POPLARS AT THE GATE ARE FUNERAL TORCHES FLARING HIGH
phonemes: aɪ wˈɑːtʃ ðə sˈʌn dˈaɪəl æz aɪ wˈeɪt ænd hˈoʊp tə sˈiː ɪts slˈoʊ hˈænd flˈaɪ. ðə stˈeɪtli pˈɑːplɚz æt ðə ɡˈeɪt ɑːɹ fjˈuːnɚɹəl tˈɔːɹtʃᵻz flˈɛɹɪŋ hˈaɪ.