text_original: The Pity of the Leaves Vengeful across the cold November moors, Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak Sad wind that shrieked, and answered with a shriek, Reverberant through lonely corridors.
text_transcription: THE PITY OF THE LEAVES VENGEFUL ACROSS THE COLD NOVEMBER MOORS LOUD WITH ANCESTRAL SHAME THERE CAME THE BLEAK SAD WIND THAT SHRIEKED AND ANSWERED WITH A SHRIEK REVERBERANT THROUGH LONELY CORRIDORS
phonemes: ðə pˈɪɾi ʌvðə lˈiːvz vˈɛndʒfəl əkɹˌɑːs ðə kˈoʊld noʊvˈɛmbɚ mˈʊɹz, lˈaʊd wɪð ænsˈɛstɹəl ʃˈeɪm ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ðə blˈiːk sˈæd wˈɪnd ðæt ʃɹˈiːkt, ænd ˈænsɚd wɪð ɐ ʃɹˈiːk, ɹᵻvˈɜːbɚɹənt θɹuː lˈoʊnli kˈɔɹɪdˌɔːɹz.