text_original: Above the world he swings his curfew bell, And sleep falls soft on golden heads and white; The daisies curl their leaves beneath his spell, The prisoner who wearies in his cell Forgets awhile, and dreams throughout the night.
text_transcription: ABOVE THE WORLD HE SWINGS HIS CURFEW WELL AND SLEEP FALLS SOFT ON GOLDEN HEADS AND WHITE THE DAISIES CURL THEIR LEAVES BENEATH HIS SPELL THE PRISONER WHO WEARIES IN HIS CELL FORGETS A WHILE AND DREAMS THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT
phonemes: əbˌʌv ðə wˈɜːld hiː swˈɪŋz hɪz kˈɜːfjuː bˈɛl, ænd slˈiːp fˈɔːlz sˈɔft ˌɔn ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛdz ænd wˈaɪt; ðə dˈeɪziz kˈɜːl ðɛɹ lˈiːvz bᵻnˌiːθ hɪz spˈɛl, ðə pɹˈɪzənɚ hˌuː wˈɪɹiz ɪn hɪz sˈɛl fɚɡˈɛts ɐwˈaɪl, ænd dɹˈiːmz θɹuːˈaʊt ðə nˈaɪt.