text_original: I've fought the wind and braved it; I cringe to it no more! I've fought the creeping fire back and cheered to see it die. I've shut the bitter rain outside and, safe within my door, Laughed to think I feared a thing not so strong as I!
text_transcription: I FOUGHT THE WIND AND I BRAVED IT I CRINGED TO IT NO MORE I'VE FOUGHT THE CREEPING FIRE BACK AND CHEERED TO SEE IT DIE I'VE SHUT THE BITTER RAIN OUTSIDE AND SAFE WITHIN MY DOOR LAUGHED TO THINK I FEARED A THING NOT SO STRONG AS I
phonemes: aɪv fˈɔːt ðə wˈɪnd ænd bɹˈeɪvd ɪt; aɪ kɹˈɪndʒ tʊ ɪt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ! aɪv fˈɔːt ðə kɹˈiːpɪŋ fˈaɪɚ bˈæk ænd tʃˈɪɹd tə sˈiː ɪt dˈaɪ. aɪv ʃˈʌt ðə bˈɪɾɚ ɹˈeɪn aʊtsˈaɪd ænd, sˈeɪf wɪðˌɪn maɪ dˈɔːɹ, lˈæft tə θˈɪŋk aɪ fˈɪɹd ɐ θˈɪŋ nˌɑːt sˌoʊ stɹˈɔŋ æz ˈaɪ!