text_original: And if sometimes a moaning wandereth From out thy desolate halls, If some grim shadow of thy living death Across our sunshine falls And scares the world to error, The eternal life sends forth melodious breath To chase the misty terror.
text_transcription: AND IF SOMETIMES A MOANING WANDERETH FROM OUT THY DESOLATE HALTS IF SOME GRIM SHADOW OF THY LIVING DEATH ACROSS OUR SUNSHINE FALLS AND SCARCE A WORLD TO ERROR THE ETERNAL LIFE SENDS FORTH MELODIOUS BREATH TO CHASE THE MISTY TERROR
phonemes: ænd ɪf sˈʌmtaɪmz ɐ mˈoʊnɪŋ wˈɔndɚɹəθ fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðˌaɪ dˈɛsələt hˈɔːlz, ɪf sˌʌm ɡɹˈɪm ʃˈædoʊ ʌv ðˌaɪ lˈɪvɪŋ dˈɛθ əkɹˌɑːs ˌaʊɚ sˈʌnʃaɪn fˈɔːlz ænd skˈɛɹz ðə wˈɜːld tʊ ˈɛɹɚ, ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl lˈaɪf sˈɛndz fˈɔːɹθ mɛlˈoʊdiəs bɹˈɛθ tə tʃˈeɪs ðə mˈɪsti tˈɛɹɚ.