text_original: Whereat brown Alcon plucked a root And beat it on the pine, and briefly spake: "Aye! aye I they call it 'progress' I" And the sun Sank on the forest, and the night was chill.
text_transcription: WHEREAT BROWN ALCON PLUCKED THE ROOT AND BEAT IT ON THE PINE AND BRIEFLY SPAKE AY AY THEY CALL IT PROGRESS AND THE SUN SANK ON THE FOREST AND THE NIGHT WAS CHILL
phonemes: wˈɛɹæt bɹˈaʊn ˈælkən plˈʌkt ɐ ɹˈuːt ænd bˈiːt ɪɾ ɔnðə pˈaɪn, ænd bɹˈiːfli spˈeɪk: "ˈaɪ! ˈaɪ aɪ ðeɪ kˈɔːl ɪt pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs ˈaɪ" ænd ðə sˈʌn sˈæŋk ɔnðə fˈɔːɹɪst, ænd ðə nˈaɪt wʌz tʃˈɪl.