text_original: II Where leaves hang tattered In forest tangles, And woodway angles Are acorn scattered, Coughing and yawning The woodsman slouches, Or stands as silent as the hound that crouches Beside him, ghostly in the mist drenched dawning.
text_transcription: TWO WHERE LEAVES HANG TATTERED IN FOREST TANGLES AND WOODWAY ANGLES ARE ACORNS SCATTERED COUGHING AND YAWNING THE WOODSMAN SLOUCHES OR STANDS AS SILENT AS THE HOUND THAT CROUCHES BESIDE HIM GHOSTLY IN THE MIST DRENCHED DAWNING
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː wˌɛɹ lˈiːvz hˈæŋ tˈæɾɚd ɪn fˈɔːɹɪst tˈæŋɡəlz, ænd wˈʊdweɪ ˈæŋɡəlz ɑːɹ ˈeɪkɔːɹn skˈæɾɚd, kˈɔfɪŋ ænd jˈɔːnɪŋ ðə wˈʊdzmən slˈaʊtʃᵻz, ɔːɹ stˈændz æz sˈaɪlənt æz ðə hˈaʊnd ðæt kɹˈaʊtʃᵻz bᵻsˈaɪd hˌɪm, ɡˈoʊstli ɪnðə mˈɪst dɹˈɛntʃt dˈɔːnɪŋ.