text_original: Here, there were boys most lovely; And there, old hoary men; And youths, and those of mid age; Here joyous boys again. I followed one young novice, Who held an old man's hand; I listened,—they were speaking, Of some dear, distant Land.
text_transcription: HERE THERE WERE BOYS MOST LOVELY AND THERE OLD HOARY MEN AND YOUTH AND THOSE OF MID AGE HEAR JOYOUS BOYS AGAIN I FOLLOWED ONE YOUNG NOVICE WHO HELD AN OLD MAN'S HAND I LISTENED THEY WERE SPEAKING OF SOME DEAR DISTANT LAND
phonemes: hˈɪɹ, ðɛɹwˌɜː bˈɔɪz mˈoʊst lˈʌvli; ænd ðˈɛɹ, ˈoʊld hˈɔːɹi mˈɛn; ænd jˈuːθs, ænd ðoʊz ʌv mˈɪd ˈeɪdʒ; hˈɪɹ dʒˈɔɪəs bˈɔɪz ɐɡˈɛn. aɪ fˈɑːloʊd wˈʌn jˈʌŋ nˈɑːvɪs, hˌuː hˈɛld ɐn ˈoʊld mˈænz hˈænd; aɪ lˈɪsənd,—ðeɪ wɜː spˈiːkɪŋ, ʌv sˌʌm dˈɪɹ, dˈɪstənt lˈænd.