text_original: When wild winds blew, and a sleet storm pelted, I lost a jewel of priceless worth; If I walk that way when snows have melted, Will the gem gleam up from the bare brown Earth?
text_transcription: WHEN THE WILD WINDS BLEW AND A SLEET STORM PELTED I LOST A JEWEL OF PRICELESS WORTH IF I WALK THAT WAY WHEN SNOWS HAVE MELTED WILL THE GEM GLEAM UP FROM THE BARE BROWN EARTH
phonemes: wˌɛn wˈaɪld wˈɪndz blˈuː, ænd ɐ slˈiːt stˈɔːɹm pˈɛltᵻd, aɪ lˈɔst ɐ dʒˈuːəl ʌv pɹˈaɪsləs wˈɜːθ; ɪf aɪ wˈɔːk ðæt wˈeɪ wɛn snˈoʊz hæv mˈɛltᵻd, wɪl ðə dʒˈɛm ɡlˈiːm ˌʌp fɹʌmðə bˈɛɹ bɹˈaʊn ˈɜːθ?