text_original: High in the mountains all alone The wild swans whistle on the lakes, But I have been as still as stone, My heart sings only when it breaks. White Fog Heaven invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst.
text_transcription: HIGH IN THE MOUNTAINS ALL ALONE THE WILD SWANS WHISTLE ON THE LAKES BUT I HAVE BEEN AS STILL AS STONE MY HEART SINKS ONLY WHEN IT BREAKS WHITE FOG HEAVEN INVADING HILLS ARE DROWNED IN WIDE MOVING WAVES OF MIST FLOCKS BEFORE MY DOOR ARE FOUND IN DRIPPING WREATHS OF AMETHYST
phonemes: hˈaɪ ɪnðə mˈaʊntɪnz ˈɔːl ɐlˈoʊn ðə wˈaɪld swˈɑːnz wˈɪsəl ɔnðə lˈeɪks, bˌʌt aɪ hɐvbɪn æz stˈɪl æz stˈoʊn, maɪ hˈɑːɹt sˈɪŋz ˈoʊnli wɛn ɪt bɹˈeɪks. wˈaɪt fˈɑːɡ hˈɛvən ɪnvˈeɪdɪŋ hˈɪlz ɑːɹ dɹˈaʊnd ɪn wˈaɪd mˈuːvɪŋ wˈeɪvz ʌv mˈɪst, flˈɑːks bᵻfˌɔːɹ maɪ dˈɔːɹ ɑːɹ wˈaʊnd ɪn dɹˈɪpɪŋ ɹˈiːθs ʌv ˈæməθˌɪst.