text_original: Then he looked in all directions, Seeking for his tethered courser, Anxious looked in field and stable, But he did not find his racer; Found a black thing in the fallow, Proved to be a clump of willows.
text_transcription: THEN HE LOOKED IN ALL DIRECTIONS SEEKING FOR HIS TATTERED COURSER ANXIOUS LOOKED IN FIELD AND STABLE BUT HE DID NOT FIND HIS RACER FOUND A BLACK THING IN THE FALLOW PROVED TO BE A CLUMP OF WILLOWS
phonemes: ðˈɛn hiː lˈʊkt ɪn ˈɔːl dᵻɹˈɛkʃənz, sˈiːkɪŋ fɔːɹ hɪz tˈɛðɚd kˈɔːɹsɚ, ˈæŋʃəs lˈʊkt ɪn fˈiːld ænd stˈeɪbəl, bˌʌt hiː dɪdnˌɑːt fˈaɪnd hɪz ɹˈeɪsɚ; fˈaʊnd ɐ blˈæk θˈɪŋ ɪnðə fˈæloʊ, pɹˈuːvd təbi ɐ klˈʌmp ʌv wˈɪloʊz.