text_original: Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
text_transcription: NOW THE WASTED BRANDS DO GLOW WHILST THE SCREECH OWL SCREECHING LOUD PUTS THE WRETCH THAT LIES IN WOE IN REMEMBRANCE OF A SHROUD
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðə wˈeɪstᵻd bɹˈændz dˈuː ɡlˈoʊ, wˌaɪlst ðə skɹˈiːtʃ ˈaʊl, skɹˈiːtʃɪŋ lˈaʊd, pˌʊts ðə ɹˈɛtʃ ðæt lˈaɪz ɪn wˈoʊ ɪn ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns əvə ʃɹˈaʊd.