text_original: I walk beside the river, and am mute Under the burden of its mystery. The cricket pipes among the meadow grass His shrill small trumpet, of long summer nights Sole minstrel: and the lonely heron makes Voyaging slow toward her reedy nest A moving shadow among sunset lights Upon the river's darkening wave, which breaks. Into a thousand circling shapes that pass Into the one black shadow of the shore.
text_transcription: I WALK BESIDE THE RIVER AND AM MUTE UNDER THE BURDEN OF ITS MYSTERY THE CRICKET PIPES AMONG THE MEADOW GRASS HIS SHRILL SMALL TRUMPET OF LONG SUMMER NIGHTS SOUL MINSTREL AND THE LONELY HERON MAKES VOYAGING SLOW TOWARD HER REEDY NEST A MOVING SHADOW AMONG SUNSET LIGHTS UPON THE RIVER'S DARKENING WAVE WHICH BREAKS INTO A THOUSAND CIRCLING SHAPES THAT PASS INTO THE ONE BLACK SHADOW OF THE SHORE
phonemes: aɪ wˈɔːk bᵻsˌaɪd ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, ænd ɐm mjˈuːt ˌʌndɚ ðə bˈɜːdən ʌv ɪts mˈɪstɚɹi. ðə kɹˈɪkɪt pˈaɪps ɐmˌʌŋ ðə mˈɛdoʊ ɡɹˈæs hɪz ʃɹˈɪl smˈɔːl tɹˈʌmpɪt, ʌv lˈɔŋ sˈʌmɚ nˈaɪts sˈoʊl mˈɪnstɹəl: ænd ðə lˈoʊnli hˈɛɹən mˌeɪks vˈɔɪɪdʒɪŋ slˈoʊ təwˈɔːɹd hɜː ɹˈiːdi nˈɛst ɐ mˈuːvɪŋ ʃˈædoʊ ɐmˌʌŋ sˈʌnsɛt lˈaɪts əpˌɑːn ðə ɹˈɪvɚz dˈɑːɹkənɪŋ wˈeɪv, wˌɪtʃ bɹˈeɪks. ˌɪntʊ ɐ θˈaʊzənd sˈɜːklɪŋ ʃˈeɪps ðæt pˈæs ˌɪntʊ ðə wˈʌn blˈæk ʃˈædoʊ ʌvðə ʃˈɔːɹ.