text_original: The soul's cry in the blast with the rain, 61 BteaD T HE world's afire and none to save Wind howl and rain rave, The world is all a wandering grave ! The earth is but a blackened stone Whirling round a greater one, — Frozen sun whose light is done ! Shepherd, what use in your crook
text_transcription: ULHOLLAND READ FOR LIVERY VOX DOT ORG BY SONYA DREAD THE WORLDS ARE FIRE AND NONE TO SAVE WIND HOWL AND RAIN RAVE THE WORLD IS ALL A WANDERING GRAVE THE EARTH IS BUT A BLACKENED STONE WHIRLING ROUND THE GREATER ONE FROZEN SUN WHOSE LIGHT IS DONE SHEPHERD WHAT USE IN YOUR CROOK
phonemes: ðə sˈoʊlz kɹˈaɪ ɪnðə blˈæst wɪððə ɹˈeɪn, sˈɪksti wˈʌn bˈiːtˈiː dˈiː tˈiː hiː wˈɜːldz ɐfˈaɪɚ ænd nˈʌn tə sˈeɪv wˈɪnd hˈaʊl ænd ɹˈeɪn ɹˈeɪv, ðə wˈɜːld ɪz ˈɔːl ɐ wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪv ! ðɪ ˈɜːθ ɪz bˌʌt ɐ blˈækənd stˈoʊn wˈɜːlɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ wˌʌn, — fɹˈoʊzən sˈʌn hˌuːz lˈaɪt ɪz dˈʌn ! ʃˈɛpɚd, wˌʌt jˈuːs ɪn jʊɹ kɹˈʊk