text_original: Does the Night, I wonder   The Night, with her black veil down to her feet Like an ordained nun, know what lies under That awful, motionless, snow white sheet? The winds seem crazed, and, wildly howling, Over the sad earth blindly go.
text_transcription: DOES THE NIGHT I WONDER THE NIGHT WITH HER BLACK VEIL DOWN TO HER FEET LIKE AN ORDAINED NUN KNOW WHAT LIES UNDER THAT AWFUL MOTIONLESS SNOW WHITE SHEET THE WINDS SEEM CRAZED AND WILDLY HOWLING OVER THE SAD EARTH BLINDLY GO
phonemes: dˈʌz ðə nˈaɪt, aɪ wˈʌndɚ ðə nˈaɪt, wɪð hɜː blˈæk vˈeɪl dˌaʊn tə hɜː fˈiːt lˈaɪk ɐn ɔːɹdˈeɪnd nˈʌn, nˈoʊ wʌt lˈaɪz ˌʌndɚ ðæt ˈɔːfəl, mˈoʊʃənləs, snˈoʊ wˈaɪt ʃˈiːt? ðə wˈɪndz sˈiːm kɹˈeɪzd, ænd, wˈaɪldli hˈaʊlɪŋ, ˌoʊvɚ ðə sˈæd ˈɜːθ blˈaɪndli ɡˈoʊ.