text_original: With shrinking hearts, we view the ghastly shape; We look into its eyes with fear and dread, And know that we can never more escape Until the grave doth fold us with the dead.
text_transcription: WITH SHRINKING HEARTS WE VIEW THE GHASTLY SHAPE WE LOOK INTO ITS EYES WITH FEAR AND DREAD AND KNOW THAT WE CAN NEVER MORE ESCAPE UNTIL THE GRAVE DOTH FOLD US WITH THE DEAD
phonemes: wɪð ʃɹˈɪŋkɪŋ hˈɑːɹts, wiː vjˈuː ðə ɡˈæstli ʃˈeɪp; wiː lˈʊk ˌɪntʊ ɪts ˈaɪz wɪð fˈɪɹ ænd dɹˈɛd, ænd nˈoʊ ðæt wiː kæn nˈɛvɚ mˈɔːɹ ɛskˈeɪp ʌntˈɪl ðə ɡɹˈeɪv dʌθ fˈoʊld ˌʌs wɪððə dˈɛd.