text_original: "Call not again! The wind is roaming by Across the heath   The Wind's a tell tale and will bear your sigh To dim the smiling gladness of the sky Or kill the spring's first violets that lie In purple sheath   "If you must call, call low!
text_transcription: CALL NOT AGAIN THE WIND IS ROAMING BY ACROSS THE HEATH THE WIND'S A TELL TALE AND WILL BEAR YOUR SIGH TO DIM THE SMILING GLADNESS OF THE SKY OR KILL THE SPRING'S FIRST VIOLETS THAT LIE IN PURPLE SHEATH IF YOU MUST CALL CALL LOW
phonemes: "kˈɔːl nˌɑːt ɐɡˈɛn! ðə wˈɪnd ɪz ɹˈoʊmɪŋ baɪ əkɹˌɑːs ðə hˈiːθ ðə wˈɪndz ɐ tˈɛl tˈeɪl ænd wɪl bˈɛɹ jʊɹ sˈaɪ tə dˈɪm ðə smˈaɪlɪŋ ɡlˈædnəs ʌvðə skˈaɪ ɔːɹ kˈɪl ðə spɹˈɪŋz fˈɜːst vˈaɪəlɪts ðæt lˈaɪ ɪn pˈɜːpəl ʃˈiːθ   "ɪf juː mˈʌst kˈɔːl, kˈɔːl lˈoʊ!