text_original: I saw a mother kneeling by The cradle where her first born lay. O, wind! what saw you in the North That you shall dream of evermore? I saw a maiden keeping tryst Upon a gray and haunted shore. O, wind ! what saw you in the East That still of ancient dole you croon?
text_transcription: I SAW A MOTHER KNEELING BY THE CRADLE WHERE HER FIRST BORN LAY O WIND WHAT SAW YOU IN THE NORTH THAT YOU SHALL DREAM OF EVERMORE I SAW A MAIDEN KEEPING TRYST UPON A GREY AND HAUNTED SHORE A WIND WHAT SAW YOU IN THE EAST THAT STILL OF ANCIENT DOLE YOU CROON
phonemes: aɪ sˈɔː ɐ mˈʌðɚ nˈiːlɪŋ baɪ ðə kɹˈeɪdəl wˌɛɹ hɜː fˈɜːst bˈɔːɹn lˈeɪ. ˈoʊ, wˈɪnd! wˌʌt sˈɔː juː ɪnðə nˈɔːɹθ ðæt juː ʃˌæl dɹˈiːm ʌv ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ? aɪ sˈɔː ɐ mˈeɪdən kˈiːpɪŋ tɹˈɪst əpˌɑːn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪ ænd hˈɔːntᵻd ʃˈɔːɹ. ˈoʊ, wˈɪnd ! wˌʌt sˈɔː juː ɪnðɪ ˈiːst ðæt stˈɪl ʌv ˈeɪntʃənt dˈoʊl juː kɹˈuːn?