text_original: [1] Over the meadow there stretched a lane, Parting the meadow in segments twain; And through the meadow and over the sod Where countless feet had before him trod   With a wall forever on either hand Barring the lane from the meadow land, There walked a man with a weary face, Treading the lane at a steadfast pace.
text_transcription: TOR OVER THE MEADOW THERE STRETCHED A LANE PARTING THE MEADOW IN SEGMENTS TWAIN AND THROUGH THE MEADOW AND OVER THE SOD WHERE COUNTLESS FEET HAD BEFORE HIM TROD WITH A WALL FOREVER ON EITHER HAND BARRING THE LANE FROM THE MEADOW LAND THERE WALKED A MAN WITH A WEARY FACE TREADING THE LANE AT A STEADFAST PACE
phonemes: [wˈʌn] ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈɛdoʊ ðɛɹ stɹˈɛtʃt ɐ lˈeɪn, pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ðə mˈɛdoʊ ɪn sˈɛɡmənts twˈeɪn; ænd θɹuː ðə mˈɛdoʊ ænd ˌoʊvɚ ðə sˈɑːd wˌɛɹ kˈaʊntləs fˈiːt hæd bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˌɪm tɹˈɑːd wɪð ɐ wˈɔːl fɚɹˈɛvɚɹ ˌɔn ˈiːðɚ hˈænd bˈɑːɹɹɪŋ ðə lˈeɪn fɹʌmðə mˈɛdoʊ lˈænd, ðɛɹ wˈɔːkt ɐ mˈæn wɪð ɐ wˈɪɹi fˈeɪs, tɹˈɛdɪŋ ðə lˈeɪn æɾə stˈɛdfæst pˈeɪs.