text_original: Wild with passion, and with the thought of losing her for ever, he cried aloud to the retreating vision, 'Stay! stay! Be my wife.' But the gwraig only uttered a faint cry, and was gone. Night after night the young farmer haunted the shores of the lake, but the gwraig returned no more.
text_transcription: WILD WITH PASSION AND WITH THE THOUGHT OF LOSING HER FOR EVER HE CRIED ALOUD TO THE RETREATING VISION STAY STAY BE MY WIFE BUT THE GURG ONLY UTTERED A FAINT CRY AND WAS GONE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT THE YOUNG FARMER HAUNTED THE SHORES OF THE LAKE BUT THE GURAG RETURNED NO MORE
phonemes: wˈaɪld wɪð pˈæʃən, ænd wɪððə θˈɔːt ʌv lˈuːzɪŋ hɜː fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ, hiː kɹˈaɪd ɐlˈaʊd tə ðə ɹᵻtɹˈiːɾɪŋ vˈɪʒən, stˈeɪ! stˈeɪ! biː maɪ wˈaɪf.bˌʌt ðə dʒˈiːɹˈeɪɡ ˈoʊnli ˈʌɾɚd ɐ fˈeɪnt kɹˈaɪ, ænd wʌz ɡˈɔn. nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ nˈaɪt ðə jˈʌŋ fˈɑːɹmɚ hˈɔːntᵻd ðə ʃˈɔːɹz ʌvðə lˈeɪk, bˌʌt ðə dʒˈiːɹˈeɪɡ ɹᵻtˈɜːnd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ.