text_original: Deep hearted man, express Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death; Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe, Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. Touch it: the marble eyelids are not wet   If it could weep, it could arise and go.
text_transcription: DEEP HEARTED MAN EXPRESS GRIEF FOR THY DEAD IN SILENCE LIKE TO DEATH MOST LIKE A MONUMENTAL STATUE SET IN EVERLASTING WATCH AND MOVELESS WOE TILL ITSELF CRUMBLED TO THE DUST BENEATH TOUCH IT THE MARBLE EYELIDS ARE NOT WET IF IT COULD WEEP IT COULD ARISE AND GO
phonemes: dˈiːp hˈɑːɹɾᵻd mˈæn, ɛkspɹˈɛs ɡɹˈiːf fɔːɹ ðˌaɪ dˈɛd ɪn sˈaɪləns lˈaɪk tə dˈɛθ; mˈoʊst lˈaɪk ɐ mˌɑːnjuːmˈɛntəl stˈætʃuː sˈɛt ɪn ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ wˈɑːtʃ ænd mˈuːvləs wˈoʊ, tˈɪl ɪtsˈɛlf kɹˈʌmbəl tə ðə dˈʌst bᵻnˈiːθ. tˈʌtʃ ɪt: ðə mˈɑːɹbəl ˈaɪlɪdz ɑːɹ nˌɑːt wˈɛt ɪf ɪt kʊd wˈiːp, ɪt kʊd ɚɹˈaɪz ænd ɡˈoʊ.