text_original: There, there is ruin, and no ivy clings ; There pass the mourners for untimely things. There breaks the stricken cry of crownless kings.
text_transcription: THERE THERE IS RUIN AND NO IVY CLINGS THERE PASS THE MOURNERS FOR UNTIMELY THINGS THERE BREAKS THE STRICKEN CRY OF CROWNLESS KINGS
phonemes: ðˈɛɹ, ðɛɹ ɪz ɹˈuːɪn, ænd nˈoʊ ˈaɪvi klˈɪŋz ; ðɛɹ pˈæs ðə mˈɔːɹnɚz fɔːɹ ʌntˈaɪmli θˈɪŋz. ðɛɹ bɹˈeɪks ðə stɹˈɪkən kɹˈaɪ ʌv kɹˈaʊnləs kˈɪŋz.