text_original: Then would I call ye who Have one by one beyond my vision flown ; I would set wide the door Ye enter now no more Crying, " Come in from out the void unknown! Come as ye came of old Laden with love untold " — Hark ! was that nothing but the night wind's moan
text_transcription: THEN WOULD I CALL YE WHO HAVE ONE BY ONE BEYOND MY VISION FLOWN I WOULD SIT WIDE THE DOOR YE ENTER NOW NO MORE CRYING COME IN FROM OUT THE VOID UNKNOWN COME AS YE CAME OF OLD LADEN WITH LOVE UNTOLD HARK WAS THAT NOTHING BUT THE NIGHT WIND'S MOWN
phonemes: ðˈɛn wʊd aɪ kˈɔːl jiː hˌuː hæv wˈʌn baɪ wˈʌn bᵻjˌɔnd maɪ vˈɪʒən flˈoʊn ; aɪ wʊd sˈɛt wˈaɪd ðə dˈɔːɹ jiː ˈɛntɚ nˈaʊ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ kɹˈaɪɪŋ, " kˈʌm ɪn fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə vˈɔɪd ʌnnˈoʊn! kˈʌm æz jiː kˈeɪm ʌv ˈoʊld lˈeɪdən wɪð lˈʌv ʌntˈoʊld " — hˈɑːɹk ! wʌz ðæt nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ðə nˈaɪt wˈɪndz mˈoʊn