text_original: A presence wrought of melancholy grief, And dreams that die; that, in the streaming night, I shall behold, like some fantastic leaf, Beat at my window's light.
text_transcription: A PRESENCE WROUGHT OF MELANCHOLY GRIEF AND DREAMS THAT DIE THAT IN THE STREAMING NIGHT I SHALL BEHOLD LIKE SOME FANTASTIC LEAF BEAT AT MY WINDOW'S LIGHT
phonemes: ɐ pɹˈɛzəns ɹˈɔːt ʌv mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ɡɹˈiːf, ænd dɹˈiːmz ðæt dˈaɪ; ðˈæt, ɪnðə stɹˈiːmɪŋ nˈaɪt, aɪʃˌɐl bᵻhˈoʊld, lˈaɪk sˌʌm fæntˈæstɪk lˈiːf, bˈiːt æt maɪ wˈɪndoʊz lˈaɪt.