text_original: Unbroken silence, quiet, deep, profound. The restless sleeper turns: "How dark, how late! What is it that I hear  a trampling sound? I think there is a horseman at the gate." The watcher turns away her eyes tear blind: "It is the shutter beating in the wind."
text_transcription: UNBROKEN SILENCE QUIET DEEP PROFOUND THE RESTLESS SLEEPER TURNS HOW DARK HOW LATE WHAT IS IT THAT I HEAR A TRAMPLING SOUND I THINK THERE IS A HORSEMAN AT THE GATE THE WATCHER TURNS AWAY HER EYES TEAR BLIND IT IS THE SHUTTER BEATING IN THE WIND
phonemes: ʌnbɹˈoʊkən sˈaɪləns, kwˈaɪət, dˈiːp, pɹəfˈaʊnd. ðə ɹˈɛstləs slˈiːpɚ tˈɜːnz: "hˌaʊ dˈɑːɹk, hˌaʊ lˈeɪt! wˌʌt ɪz ɪt ðæt aɪ hˈɪɹ ɐ tɹˈæmplɪŋ sˈaʊnd? aɪ θˈɪŋk ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ hˈɔːɹsmən æt ðə ɡˈeɪt." ðə wˈɑːtʃɚ tˈɜːnz ɐwˈeɪ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz tˈɪɹ blˈaɪnd: "ɪɾ ɪz ðə ʃˈʌɾɚ bˈiːɾɪŋ ɪnðə wˈɪnd."