text_original: And far away across the lengthening wold, Across the willowy flats and thickets brown, Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold Marks the long High Street of the little town, And warns me to return; I must not wait, Hark!
text_transcription: AND FAR AWAY ACROSS THE LENGTHENING WOLD ACROSS THE WILLOWY FLATS AND THICKETS BROWN MAUDLIN'S TALL TOWER TIPP'D WITH TREMULOUS GOLD MARKS THE LONG HIGH STREET OF THE LITTLE TOWN AND WARNS ME TO RETURN I MUST NOT WAIT HARK
phonemes: ænd fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ əkɹˌɑːs ðə lˈɛŋθənɪŋ wˈoʊld, əkɹˌɑːs ðə wˈɪloʊi flˈæts ænd θˈɪkɪts bɹˈaʊn, mˈæɡdeɪlənz tˈɔːl tˈaʊɚ tˈɪpt wɪð tɹˈɛmjʊləs ɡˈoʊld mˈɑːɹks ðə lˈɔŋ hˈaɪ stɹˈiːt ʌvðə lˈɪɾəl tˈaʊn, ænd wˈɔːɹnz mˌiː tə ɹᵻtˈɜːn; aɪ mˈʌst nˌɑːt wˈeɪt, hˈɑːɹk!