text_original: No rootlet faint and chill But shares the quivering thrill ; And mutinous whispers come and go where the thralls of the winter hide. Ah, despot, hoary and old ! Your fetters are strong and cold, But stronger the slender slaves they bind, and they shall conquer thee.
text_transcription: NO ROOTLERT FAINT AND CHILL BUT SHARES THE QUIVERING THRILL AND MUTINOUS WHISPERS COME AND GO WHERE THE THRALLS OF THE WINTER HIDE AH DESPERATE HOARY AND OLD YOUR FETTERS ARE STRONG AND COLD BUT STRONGER THE SLENDER SLAVES THEY BIND AND THEY SHALL CONQUER THEE
phonemes: nˈoʊ ɹˈuːtlɪt fˈeɪnt ænd tʃˈɪl bˌʌt ʃˈɛɹz ðə kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ θɹˈɪl ; ænd mjˈuːtɪnəs wˈɪspɚz kˈʌm ænd ɡˌoʊ wˌɛɹ ðə θɹˈɔːlz ʌvðə wˈɪntɚ hˈaɪd. ˈɑː, dˈɛspɑːt, hˈɔːɹi ænd ˈoʊld ! jʊɹ fˈɛɾɚz ɑːɹ stɹˈɔŋ ænd kˈoʊld, bˌʌt stɹˈɔŋɡɚ ðə slˈɛndɚ slˈeɪvz ðeɪ bˈaɪnd, ænd ðeɪ ʃˌæl kˈɑːŋkɚ ðˈiː.