text_original: If the tomb's secrets may not be confessed, The nature of thy private life unfold : A heart has throbbed beneath that leathern breast, And tears adown that dusty cheek have rolled ; Have children climbed those knees, and kissed that face?
text_transcription: IF THE TOMB SECRETS MAY NOT BE CONFESSED THE NATURE OF THY PRIVATE LIFE UNFOLD A HEART HAS THROBBED BENEATH THAT LEATHERN BREAST AND TEARS ADOWN THAT DUSTY CHEEK HAVE ROLLED HAVE CHILDREN CLIMBED THOSE KNEES AND KISSED THAT FACE
phonemes: ɪf ðə tˈuːmz sˈiːkɹᵻts mˈeɪ nˌɑːt biː kənfˈɛst, ðə nˈeɪtʃɚɹ ʌv ðˌaɪ pɹˈaɪvət lˈaɪf ʌnfˈoʊld : ɐ hˈɑːɹt hɐz θɹˈɑːbd bᵻnˌiːθ ðæt lˈɛðɚn bɹˈɛst, ænd tˈɪɹz ɐdˈaʊn ðæt dˈʌsti tʃˈiːk hæv ɹˈoʊld ; hæv tʃˈɪldɹən klˈaɪmd ðoʊz nˈiːz, ænd kˈɪst ðæt fˈeɪs?