text_original: In place of a spire, above the door, a weathercock swings its arrow to the winds—at least, it would swing it on any well conducted apex, but being merely mine it permanently points south.
text_transcription: IN PLACE FOR SPIRE ABOVE THE DOOR A WEATHERCOCK SWINGS ITS ARROW TO THE WINDS AT LEAST IT WOULD SWING IT ON ANY WELL CONDUCTED APEX BUT BEING NEARLY MINE IT PERMANENTLY POINTS SOUTH
phonemes: ɪn plˈeɪs əvə spˈaɪɚ, əbˌʌv ðə dˈɔːɹ, ɐ wˈɛðɚkˌɑːk swˈɪŋz ɪts ˈæɹoʊ tə ðə wˈɪndz—æt lˈiːst, ɪt wʊd swˈɪŋ ɪɾ ˌɔn ˌɛni wˈɛl kəndˈʌktᵻd ˈeɪpɛks, bˌʌt bˌiːɪŋ mˈɪɹli mˈaɪn ɪt pˈɜːmənəntli pˈɔɪnts sˈaʊθ.