text_original: A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all!
text_transcription: A HURRY OF HOOFS IN THE VILLAGE STREET A SHAPE IN THE MOONLIGHT A BULLT IN THE DARK AND BENEATH FROM THE PEBBLES IN PASSING A SPARK STRUCK OUT BY A STEED FLYING FEARLESS AND FLEET THAT WAS ALL
phonemes: ɐ hˈɜːɹi ʌv hˈuːfs ɪn ɐ vˈɪlɪdʒ stɹˈiːt, ɐ ʃˈeɪp ɪnðə mˈuːnlaɪt, ɐ bˈʌlk ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk, ænd bᵻnˈiːθ, fɹʌmðə pˈɛbəlz, ɪn pˈæsɪŋ, ɐ spˈɑːɹk stɹˈʌk ˈaʊt baɪ ɐ stˈiːd flˈaɪɪŋ fˈɪɹləs ænd flˈiːt: ðæt wʌz ˈɔːl!