text_original: See crowds of pilgrims waiting From all Carnarvon round, The hushing of the sea roar, To cross the dangerous sound. {23b} The Church at Aberdaron Is wet with mourners' tears; Dubritius has entered Upon the Eternal years. His body rests so calmly Before the Altar high, The Priests are softly wailing The mournful Requiem's sigh. Upon the Altar glisten The waxen tapers tall, And summer flowers are lying Upon the snow white pall.
text_transcription: SEE CROWDS OF PILGRIMS WAITING FROM ALL CARNAVAN ROUND THE HUSHING OF THE SEA ROAR TO CROSS THE DANGEROUS SOUND THE CHURCH AT EPIDERON IS WET WITH MOURNA'S TEARS THE BREECHES HAS ENTERED UPON THE ETERNAL YEARS HIS BODY RESTS SO CALMLY BEFORE THE ALTAR HIGH THE PRIESTS ARE SOFTLY WAILING THE MOURNFUL REQUIEMS SIGH UPON THE ALTAR GLISTEN THE WAXEN TAPERS TALL AND SUMMER FLOWERS ARE LYING UPON THE SNOW WHITE PALL
phonemes: sˈiː kɹˈaʊdz ʌv pˈɪlɡɹɪmz wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɹʌm ˈɔːl kˈɑːɹnɑːɹvən ɹˈaʊnd, ðə hˈʌʃɪŋ ʌvðə sˈiː ɹˈɔːɹ, tə kɹˈɔs ðə dˈeɪndʒɚɹəs sˈaʊnd. {twˈɛnti θɹˈiː bˈiː} ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ æɾ ˌæbɚdˈæɹən ɪz wˈɛt wɪð mˈɔːɹnɚz tˈɪɹz; dʌbɹˈɪʃəs hɐz ˈɛntɚd əpˌɑːn ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl jˈɪɹz. hɪz bˈɑːdi ɹˈɛsts sˌoʊ kˈɑːmli bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɔltɚ hˈaɪ, ðə pɹˈiːsts ɑːɹ sˈɔftli wˈeɪlɪŋ ðə mˈɔːɹnfəl ɹˈɛkwɪˌɛmz sˈaɪ. əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈɔltɚ ɡlˈɪsən ðə wˈæksən tˈeɪpɚz tˈɔːl, ænd sˈʌmɚ flˈaʊɚz ɑːɹ lˈaɪɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə snˈoʊ wˈaɪt pˈɔːl.