text_original: " I lingered round the graves under that be  nign sky ; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass ; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth."
text_transcription: I LINGERED ROUND THE GRAVES UNDER THAT BENIGN SKY WATCHING THE MOTHS FLUTTERING AMONG THE HEATH AND HAREBELLS LISTENING TO THE SOFT WIND BREATHING THROUGH THE GRASS AND WONDERED HOW ANY ONE COULD EVER IMAGINE UNQUIET SLUMBERS FOR THE SLEEPERS IN THAT QUIET EARTH
phonemes: " aɪ lˈɪŋɡɚd ɹˈaʊnd ðə ɡɹˈeɪvz ˌʌndɚ ðæt biː nˈaɪn skˈaɪ ; wˈɑːtʃt ðə mˈɑːθs flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə hˈiːθ ænd hˈɛɹbɛlz, lˈɪsənd tə ðə sˈɔft wˈɪnd bɹˈiːðɪŋ θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈæs ; ænd wˈʌndɚd hˌaʊ ˌɛni wˈʌn kʊd ˈɛvɚɹ ɪmˈædʒɪn ʌŋkwˈaɪət slˈʌmbɚz fɚðə slˈiːpɚz ɪn ðæt kwˈaɪət ˈɜːθ."