text_original: Often, Lady, hast thou listened, Often have thy blue eyes glistened, Where the summer evening breeze Moaned sadly through those lonely trees, Or with the fierce wind from the north Wrung their mournful music forth.
text_transcription: OFTEN LADY HAST THOU LISTENED OFTEN HAVE THY BLUE EYES GLISTENED WHERE THE SUMMER EVENING BREEZE MOANED SADLY THROUGH THOSE LONELY TREES OR WITH THE FIERCE WIND FROM THE NORTH WRUNG THEIR MOURNFUL MUSIC FORTH
phonemes: ˈɔfən, lˈeɪdi, hˈeɪst ðˈaʊ lˈɪsənd, ˈɔfən hæv ðˌaɪ blˈuː ˈaɪz ɡlˈɪsənd, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈʌmɚɹ ˈiːvnɪŋ bɹˈiːz mˈoʊnd sˈædli θɹuː ðoʊz lˈoʊnli tɹˈiːz, ɔːɹ wɪððə fˈɪɹs wˈɪnd fɹʌmðə nˈɔːɹθ ɹˈʌŋ ðɛɹ mˈɔːɹnfəl mjˈuːzɪk fˈɔːɹθ.