text_original: " Here in my tower, my lamps in row, I sit the long hours through ; There is no soul to mark or know If I my duty do ; Yet oftentimes I seem to see A world of eyes all bent on me
text_transcription: HERE IN MY TOWER MY LAMPS IN ROW I SIT THE LONG HOURS THROUGH THERE IS NO SOUL TO MARK OR KNOW IF I MY DUTY DO YET OFTENTIMES I SEEM TO SEE A WORLD OF ICE ALL BENT ON ME
phonemes: " hˈɪɹ ɪn maɪ tˈaʊɚ, maɪ lˈæmps ɪn ɹˈoʊ, aɪ sˈɪt ðə lˈɔŋ ˈaʊɚz θɹˈuː ; ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ sˈoʊl tə mˈɑːɹk ɔːɹ nˈoʊ ɪf aɪ maɪ dˈuːɾi dˈuː ; jˈɛt ˈɔfəntˌaɪmz aɪ sˈiːm tə sˈiː ɐ wˈɜːld ʌv ˈaɪz ˈɔːl bˈɛnt ˈɔn mˌiː