text_original: no wonder it whitens my hair Shriek, O wind! for the world is lonely; Trail cloud veil to the nun Night's feet! For all that I prize in life is only A shape and a sheet.
text_transcription: NO WONDER IT WHITENS MY HAIR SHRIEK O WIND FOR THE WORLD IS LONELY TRAIL CLOUD VEIL TO THE NUN NIGHT'S FEET FOR ALL THAT I PRIZE IN LIFE IS ONLY A SHAPE AND A SHEET
phonemes: nˈoʊ wˈʌndɚɹ ɪt wˈaɪʔn̩z maɪ hˈɛɹ ʃɹˈiːk, ˈoʊ wˈɪnd! fɚðə wˈɜːld ɪz lˈoʊnli; tɹˈeɪl klˈaʊd vˈeɪl tə ðə nˈʌn nˈaɪts fˈiːt! fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðæt aɪ pɹˈaɪz ɪn lˈaɪf ɪz ˈoʊnli ɐ ʃˈeɪp ænd ɐ ʃˈiːt.