text_original: Beside a lonely way. 107 MOONLIGWr IN 'THE PINES To forest glades at last it led, By Silence chosen as her own: The pines' soft sighing overhead Seemed but her whispers flown.
text_transcription: BESIDE A LONELY WAY TO FOREST GLADES AT LAST IT LED BY SILENCE CHOSEN AS HER OWN THE PINE'S SOFT SIGHING OVERHEAD SEEMED BUT HER WHISPERS FLOWN
phonemes: bᵻsˌaɪd ɐ lˈoʊnli wˈeɪ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvən mˈuːnlɪɡˌʊɚɹ ɪn ðə pˈaɪnz tə fˈɔːɹɪst ɡlˈeɪdz æt lˈæst ɪt lˈɛd, baɪ sˈaɪləns tʃˈoʊzən æz hɜːɹ ˈoʊn: ðə pˈaɪnz sˈɔft sˈaɪɪŋ ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd sˈiːmd bˌʌt hɜː wˈɪspɚz flˈoʊn.