text_original: The past sits widowed on her brow, Homeward she wends with wintry gaze, To walls that house a hollow vow, To hearth where love hath ceased to blaze; Watches the clammy twilight wane, With grief too fixed for woe or tear; And, with her forehead 'gainst the pane, Envies the dying year.
text_transcription: THE PAST SITS WIDOWED ON HER BROW HOMEWARD SHE WENDS WITH WINTRY GAZE TO WALLS THAT HOUSE A HOLLOW VOW TO HEARTH WHERE LOVE HAS CEASED TO BLAZE WATCHES THE CLAMMY TWILIGHT WANE WITH GRIEF TOO FIXED FOR WOE OR TEAR AND WITH HER FOREHEAD GAINST THE PANE ENVIES THE DYING YEAR
phonemes: ðə pˈæst sˈɪts wˈɪdoʊd ˌɔn hɜː bɹˈaʊ, hˈoʊmwɚd ʃiː wˈɛndz wɪð wˈɪntɹi ɡˈeɪz, tə wˈɔːlz ðæt hˈaʊs ɐ hˈɑːloʊ vˈaʊ, tə hˈɑːɹθ wˌɛɹ lˈʌv hæθ sˈiːst tə blˈeɪz; wˈɑːtʃᵻz ðə klˈæmi twˈaɪlaɪt wˈeɪn, wɪð ɡɹˈiːf tˈuː fˈɪkst fɔːɹ wˈoʊ ɔːɹ tˈɪɹ; ænd, wɪð hɜː fˈɔːɹhɛd ɡˈeɪnst ðə pˈeɪn, ˈɛnviz ðə dˈaɪɪŋ jˈɪɹ.