text_original: III Asleep and afar to night my darling Lies, and heeds not the night, If winds be stirring or storms be snarling; For his sleep is its own sweet light.
text_transcription: ASLEEP AND AFAR TO NIGHT MY DARLING LIES AND HEEDS NOT THE NIGHT IF WINDS BE STIRRING OR STORMS BE SNARLING FOR HIS SLEEP IS ITS OWN SWEET LIGHT
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː ɐslˈiːp ænd ɐfˈɑːɹ tə nˈaɪt maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ lˈaɪz, ænd hˈiːdz nˌɑːt ðə nˈaɪt, ɪf wˈɪndz biː stˈɜːɹɪŋ ɔːɹ stˈɔːɹmz biː snˈɑːɹlɪŋ; fɔːɹ hɪz slˈiːp ɪz ɪts ˈoʊn swˈiːt lˈaɪt.