text_original: There was in the tone Of his complaint such quaver and such moan That I took pity on him and obeyed, And long stood looking where his hands had laid An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone.
text_transcription: THERE WAS IN THE TONE OF HIS COMPLAINT SUCH QUAVER AND SUCH MOAN THAT I TOOK PITY ON HIM AND OBEYED AND LONG STOOD LOOKING WHERE HIS HANDS HAD LAID AN ANCIENT WOMAN SHRUNK TO SKIN AND BONE
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɪnðə tˈoʊn ʌv hɪz kəmplˈeɪnt sˈʌtʃ kwˈeɪvɚ ænd sˈʌtʃ mˈoʊn ðæt aɪ tˈʊk pˈɪɾi ˌɔn hˌɪm ænd oʊbˈeɪd, ænd lˈɔŋ stˈʊd lˈʊkɪŋ wˌɛɹ hɪz hˈændz hæd lˈeɪd ɐn ˈeɪntʃənt wˈʊmən, ʃɹˈʌŋk tə skˈɪn ænd bˈoʊn.