text_original: And for days the maid in the cottage door Sat and looked o'er the dreary moor, Her cheeks grew white 'neath her blinding tears, And the sunset rays seemed cruel spears That pierced her heart; and ashen gray Turned the earth and sky, the night, the day; But at last a star shone high above   The tender star of the heavenly love.
text_transcription: AND FOR DAYS THE MAID IN THE COTTAGE DOOR SAT AND LOOKED O'ER THE DREARY MOOR HER CHEEKS GREW WHITE NEATH HER BLINDING TEARS AND THE SUNSET RAYS SEEMED CRUEL SPEARS THAT PIERCED HER HEART AND ASHEN GREY TURNED THE EARTH AND SKY THE NIGHT THE DAY BUT AT LAST A STAR SHONE HIGH ABOVE THE TENDER STAR OF THE HEAVENLY LOVE
phonemes: ænd fɔːɹ dˈeɪz ðə mˈeɪd ɪnðə kˈɑːɾɪdʒ dˈɔːɹ sˈæt ænd lˈʊkt ˈɔːɹ ðə dɹˈɪɹi mˈʊɹ, hɜː tʃˈiːks ɡɹˈuː wˈaɪt nˈiːθ hɜː blˈaɪndɪŋ tˈɪɹz, ænd ðə sˈʌnsɛt ɹˈeɪz sˈiːmd kɹˈuːəl spˈɪɹz ðæt pˈɪɹst hɜː hˈɑːɹt; ænd ˈæʃən ɡɹˈeɪ tˈɜːnd ðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd skˈaɪ, ðə nˈaɪt, ðə dˈeɪ; bˌʌt æt lˈæst ɐ stˈɑːɹ ʃˈɑːn hˈaɪ əbˌʌv ðə tˈɛndɚ stˈɑːɹ ʌvðə hˈɛvənli lˈʌv.