text_original: Black, furious, raging, swelling as he spoke, The fiercest wind that ever yet had broke From the North's caverns bellowed through the sky. The Oak held firm, the Reed bent quietly down. The wind blew faster, and more furiously, Then rooted up the tree that with its head Had touched the high clouds in its majesty, And stretched far downwards to the realms of dead.
text_transcription: BLACK FURIOUS RAGING SWELLING AS HE SPOKE THE FIERCEST WIND THAT EVER YET HAD BROKE FROM THE NORTH CAVERNS BELLOWED THROUGH THE SKY THE OAK HELD FIRM THE REED BENT QUIETLY DOWN THE WIND BLEW FASTER AND MORE FURIOUSLY THEN ROOTED UP THE TREE THAT WITH ITS HEAD HAD TOUCHED THE HIGH CLOUDS IN ITS MAJESTY AND STRETCHED FAR DOWNWARDS TO THE REALMS OF DEAD
phonemes: blˈæk, fjˈʊɹɹiəs, ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ, swˈɛlɪŋ æz hiː spˈoʊk, ðə fˈɪɹsɪst wˈɪnd ðæt ˈɛvɚ jˈɛt hæd bɹˈoʊk fɹʌmðə nˈɔːɹθz kˈævɚnz bˈɛloʊd θɹuː ðə skˈaɪ. ðɪ ˈoʊk hˈɛld fˈɜːm, ðə ɹˈiːd bˈɛnt kwˈaɪətli dˈaʊn. ðə wˈɪnd blˈuː fˈæstɚ, ænd mˈɔːɹ fjˈʊɹɹiəsli, ðˈɛn ɹˈuːɾᵻd ˌʌp ðə tɹˈiː ðæt wɪð ɪts hˈɛd hæd tˈʌtʃt ðə hˈaɪ klˈaʊdz ɪn ɪts mˈædʒᵻsti, ænd stɹˈɛtʃt fˈɑːɹ dˈaʊnwɚdz tə ðə ɹˈɛlmz ʌv dˈɛd.