text_original: Just forty years has she dwelt alone With an ancient servant, grim and gray, Sat alone under sun and moon; But once each year, on the third of June, She treads the creaking staircase down, But back in her tower with the dying day, Is the Lady Cecile.
text_transcription: JUST FORTY YEARS HAS SHE DWELT ALONE WITH AN ANCIENT SERVANT GRIM AND GREY SAT ALONE UNDER SUN AND MOON BUT ONCE EACH YEAR ON THE THIRD OF JUNE SHE TREADS THE CREAKING STAIRCASE DOWN BUT BACK IN HER TOWER WITH THE TYING DAY IS THE LADY CECIL
phonemes: dʒˈʌst fˈɔːɹɾi jˈɪɹz hɐz ʃiː dwˈɛlt ɐlˈoʊn wɪð ɐn ˈeɪntʃənt sˈɜːvənt, ɡɹˈɪm ænd ɡɹˈeɪ, sˈæt ɐlˈoʊn ˌʌndɚ sˈʌn ænd mˈuːn; bˌʌt wˈʌns ˈiːtʃ jˈɪɹ, ɔnðə θˈɜːd ʌv dʒˈuːn, ʃiː tɹˈɛdz ðə kɹˈiːkɪŋ stˈɛɹkeɪs dˈaʊn, bˌʌt bˈæk ɪn hɜː tˈaʊɚ wɪððə dˈaɪɪŋ dˈeɪ, ɪz ðə lˈeɪdi sˈɛsiːl.