text_original: 1831. THE LAKE —— TO—— In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide earth a spot The which I could not love the less— So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that tower'd around.
text_transcription: G BY CHEVAN ROTTINGER IN SPRING OF YOUTH IT WAS MY LOT TO HAUNT OF THE WIDE EARTH A SPOT THE WHICH I COULD NOT LOVE THE LESS SO LOVELY WAS THE LONELINESS OF A WILD LAKE WITH BLACK ROCK BOUND IN THE TALL PINES THAT TOWERED AROUND
phonemes: wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn. ðə lˈeɪk —— tuː—— ɪn spɹˈɪŋ ʌv jˈuːθ ɪt wʌz maɪ lˈɑːt tə hˈɔːnt ʌvðə wˈaɪd ˈɜːθ ɐ spˈɑːt ðə wˌɪtʃ aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt lˈʌv ðə lˈɛs— sˌoʊ lˈʌvli wʌzðə lˈoʊnlinəs əvə wˈaɪld lˈeɪk, wɪð blˈæk ɹˈɑːk bˈaʊnd, ænd ðə tˈɔːl pˈaɪnz ðæt tˈaʊɚd ɚɹˈaʊnd.