text_original: The winds seem crazed, and, wildly howling, Over the sad earth blindly go. Do they and the dark clouds over them scowling, Do they dream or know?
text_transcription: THE WINDS SEEM CRAZED AND WILDLY HOWLING OVER THE SAD EARTH BLINDLY GO DO THEY AND THE DARK CLOUDS OVER THEM SCOWLING DO THEY DREAM OR KNOW
phonemes: ðə wˈɪndz sˈiːm kɹˈeɪzd, ænd, wˈaɪldli hˈaʊlɪŋ, ˌoʊvɚ ðə sˈæd ˈɜːθ blˈaɪndli ɡˈoʊ. dˈuː ðeɪ ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk klˈaʊdz ˌoʊvɚ ðˌɛm skˈaʊlɪŋ, dˈuː ðeɪ dɹˈiːm ɔːɹ nˈoʊ?