text_original: Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every OTIC lets forth his sprite, In the church way paths to glide.
text_transcription: NOW IT IS THE TIME OF NIGHT THAT THE GRAVES ALL GAPING WIDE EVERY ONE LETS FORTH HIS SPRITE IN THE CHURCHWAY PATH TO GLIDE
phonemes: nˈaʊ ɪɾ ɪz ðə tˈaɪm ʌv nˈaɪt, ðætðə ɡɹˈeɪvz, ˈɔːl ɡˈeɪpɪŋ wˈaɪd, ˈɛvɹi ˈɑːɾɪk lˈɛts fˈɔːɹθ hɪz spɹˈaɪt, ɪnðə tʃˈɜːtʃ wˈeɪ pˈæθs tə ɡlˈaɪd.