text_original: lO GROWING SHADOWS. Shadowy grows the world around me, Things of joy and things of pain ; Slowly fades their substance from them, Losing hold upon the brain.
text_transcription: GROWING SHADOWS SHADOWY GROWS THE WORLD AROUND ME THINGS OF JOY AND THINGS OF PAIN SLOWLY FADES THEIR SUBSTANCE FROM THEM LOSING HOLD UPON THE BRAIN
phonemes: ˈɛl ˈoʊ ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ʃˈædoʊz. ʃˈædoʊi ɡɹˈoʊz ðə wˈɜːld ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː, θˈɪŋz ʌv dʒˈɔɪ ænd θˈɪŋz ʌv pˈeɪn ; slˈoʊli fˈeɪdz ðɛɹ sˈʌbstəns fɹʌm ðˌɛm, lˈuːzɪŋ hˈoʊld əpˌɑːn ðə bɹˈeɪn.