text_original: From our lofty prison window I saw them build your scaffold on the parade. Ordener, you do not know what fearful agony it is to see the slow preparations for the death of one whose life is an indissoluble part of your own
text_transcription: FROM OUR LOFTY PRISON WINDOW I SAW THEM BUILD YOUR SCAFFOLD ON THE PARADE ORDNER YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT FEARFUL AGONY IT IS TO SEE THE SLOW PREPARATIONS FOR THE DEATH OF ONE WHOSE LIFE IS AN INDISSOLUBLE PART OF YOUR OWN
phonemes: fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ lˈɔfti pɹˈɪzən wˈɪndoʊ aɪ sˈɔː ðˌɛm bˈɪld jʊɹ skˈæfoʊld ɔnðə pɚɹˈeɪd. ˈɔːɹdənɚ, juː duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wʌt fˈɪɹfəl ˈæɡəni ɪɾ ɪz tə sˈiː ðə slˈoʊ pɹˌɛpɚɹˈeɪʃənz fɚðə dˈɛθ ʌv wˈʌn hˌuːz lˈaɪf ɪz ɐn ˌɪndˈɪsəlˌʌbəl pˈɑːɹt ʌv jʊɹ ˈoʊn