text_original: Impatient now I wait, The crescent moon swings low, it groweth late, A night bird sings, of Life, and Love, and Fate!
text_transcription: IMPATIENT NOW I WAIT THE CRESCENT MOON SWINGS SLOW IT GROWETH LATE A NIGHT BIRD SINGS OF LIFE AND LOVE AND FATE
phonemes: ɪmpˈeɪʃənt nˈaʊ aɪ wˈeɪt, ðə kɹˈɛsənt mˈuːn swˈɪŋz lˈoʊ, ɪt ɡɹˈoʊəθ lˈeɪt, ɐ nˈaɪt bˈɜːd sˈɪŋz, ʌv lˈaɪf, ænd lˈʌv, ænd fˈeɪt!