text_original: But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody— Then—ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake.
text_transcription: BUT WHEN THE NIGHT HAD THROWN HER PAW UPON THAT SPOT AS UPON US ALL AND THE MYSTIC WIND WENT BY MURMURING IN MELODY THEN AH THEN I WOULD AWAKE TO THE TERROR OF THE LONE LAKE
phonemes: bˌʌt wɛn ðə nˈaɪt hæd θɹˈoʊn hɜː pˈɔːl əpˌɑːn ðæt spˈɑːt, æz əpˌɑːn ˈɔːl, ænd ðə mˈɪstɪk wˈɪnd wɛnt baɪ mˈɜːmɚɹɪŋ ɪn mˈɛlədi— ðˈɛn—ˈɑː ðˈɛn aɪ wʊd ɐwˈeɪk tə ðə tˈɛɹɚɹ ʌvðə lˈoʊn lˈeɪk.