text_original: I woke when all the crimson colour faded And wanton Autumn's lips and cheeks were pale; And when the sorrowing year had slowly waded, With failing footsteps, through the snow filled vale.
text_transcription: I WOKE WHEN ALL THE CRIMSON COLOUR FADED AND WANTON AUTUMN'S LIPS AND CHEEKS WERE PALE AND WHEN THE SORROWING YEAR HAD SLOWLY WADED WITH FAILING FOOTSTEPS THROUGH THE SNOW FILLED VALE
phonemes: aɪ wˈoʊk wɛn ˈɔːl ðə kɹˈɪmsən kˈʌlɚ fˈeɪdᵻd ænd wˈɔntən ˈɔːɾʌmz lˈɪps ænd tʃˈiːks wɜː pˈeɪl; ænd wɛn ðə sˈɑːɹoʊɪŋ jˈɪɹ hæd slˈoʊli wˈeɪdᵻd, wɪð fˈeɪlɪŋ fˈʊtstɛps, θɹuː ðə snˈoʊ fˈɪld vˈeɪl.