text_original: Yet from the place I fled, nor came again, With my heart beating, beating! For I knew 'twas not the breeze nor the brown rain At the door and in the lane!
text_transcription: YET FROM THE PLACE I FLED NOR CAME AGAIN WITH MY HEART BEATING BEATING FOR I KNEW TWAS NOT THE BREEZE NOR THE BROWN RAIN AT THE DOOR AND IN THE LANE
phonemes: jˈɛt fɹʌmðə plˈeɪs aɪ flˈɛd, nˈɔːɹ kˈeɪm ɐɡˈɛn, wɪð maɪ hˈɑːɹt bˈiːɾɪŋ, bˈiːɾɪŋ! fɔːɹ aɪ nˈuː twˈɑːz nˌɑːt ðə bɹˈiːz nˈɔːɹ ðə bɹˈaʊn ɹˈeɪn æt ðə dˈɔːɹ ænd ɪnðə lˈeɪn!