text_original: "A cloister is my husband  ah! forlorn." The father let these foolish groans go by; A month pass'd  every moment tear or sigh. Another month, and ribbons load her table; She changed her dress, and cast away her sable.
text_transcription: A CLOISTER IS MY HUSBAND AH FORLORN THE FATHER LET THESE FOOLISH GROANS GO BY A MONTH PASSED EVERY MOMENT TEAR OR SIGH ANOTHER MONTH AND RIBBONS LOADED HER TABLE SHE CHANGED HER DRESS AND CAST AWAY HER SABLE
phonemes: "ɐ klˈɔɪstɚɹ ɪz maɪ hˈʌsbənd ˈɑː! fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn." ðə fˈɑːðɚ lˈɛt ðiːz fˈuːlɪʃ ɡɹˈoʊnz ɡˌoʊ bˈaɪ; ɐ mˈʌnθ pˈæsd ˈɛvɹi mˈoʊmənt tˈɪɹ ɔːɹ sˈaɪ. ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈʌnθ, ænd ɹˈɪbənz lˈoʊd hɜː tˈeɪbəl; ʃiː tʃˈeɪndʒd hɜː dɹˈɛs, ænd kˈæst ɐwˈeɪ hɜː sˈeɪbəl.