text_original: And one, in years a youth, in woe a man, Sad Brewster, scarred by sorrow's blighting ban, Looks, panting, where his captive sister sleeps, And o'er his face the shade of murder creeps.
text_transcription: AND ONE IN YEARS A YOUTH IN WOE A MAN SAD BREWSTER SCARRED BY SORROW'S BLIGHTING BAN LOOKS PANTING WHERE HIS CAPTIVE SISTER SLEEPS AND OVER HIS FACE THE SHADE OF MURDER CREEPS
phonemes: ænd wˌʌn, ɪn jˈɪɹz ɐ jˈuːθ, ɪn wˈoʊ ɐ mˈæn, sˈæd bɹˈuːstɚ, skˈɑːɹd baɪ sˈɑːɹoʊz blˈaɪɾɪŋ bˈæn, lˈʊks, pˈæntɪŋ, wˌɛɹ hɪz kˈæptɪv sˈɪstɚ slˈiːps, ænd ˈɔːɹ hɪz fˈeɪs ðə ʃˈeɪd ʌv mˈɜːdɚ kɹˈiːps.