text_original: thou free of sin!" And when the moon, on another night, Beheld her lying still and white, It sighed, "'Tis well! now all is right." And when one morning the sun arose, And they bore her bier down the garden close, It touched her, saying, "At last, repose."
text_transcription: THOU FREE OF SIN AND WHEN THE MOON ON ANOTHER NIGHT BEHELD HER LYING STILL AND WHITE IT SIGHED TIS WELL NOW ALL IS RIGHT AND WHEN ONE MORNING THE SUN AROSE AND THEY BORE HER BEARD DOWN THE GARDEN CLOSE IT TOUCHED HER SAYING AT LAST REPOSE
phonemes: ðˈaʊ fɹˈiː ʌv sˈɪn!" ænd wɛn ðə mˈuːn, ˌɔn ɐnˈʌðɚ nˈaɪt, bᵻhˈɛld hɜː lˈaɪɪŋ stˈɪl ænd wˈaɪt, ɪt sˈaɪd, "tˈɪz wˈɛl! nˈaʊ ˈɔːl ɪz ɹˈaɪt." ænd wɛn wˈʌn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ðə sˈʌn ɚɹˈoʊz, ænd ðeɪ bˈɔːɹ hɜː bˈɪɹ dˌaʊn ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən klˈoʊs, ɪt tˈʌtʃt hɜː, sˈeɪɪŋ, "æt lˈæst, ɹᵻpˈoʊz."