text_original: That I shall hear, outside my storm lashed door, Moan like the wind in some rain tortured tree; Or round my roof and down my chimney roar All the wild night to me.
text_transcription: THAT I SHALL HERE OUTSIDE MY STORM LASHED DOOR MOAN LIKE THE WIND IN SOME RAIN TORTURED TREE ALL ROUND MY ROOF AND DOWN MY CHIMNEY ROAR ALL THE WILD NIGHT TO ME
phonemes: ðæt aɪʃˌɐl hˈɪɹ, aʊtsˈaɪd maɪ stˈɔːɹm lˈæʃt dˈɔːɹ, mˈoʊn lˈaɪk ðə wˈɪnd ɪn sˌʌm ɹˈeɪn tˈɔːɹtʃɚd tɹˈiː; ɔːɹ ɹˈaʊnd maɪ ɹˈuːf ænd dˌaʊn maɪ tʃˈɪmni ɹˈɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə wˈaɪld nˈaɪt tə mˌiː.