text_original: III When I retrod that watery way Some hours beyond the droop of day, Still I found pacing there the twain Just as slowly, just as sadly, Heedless of the night and rain. One could but wonder who they were And what wild woe detained them there.
text_transcription: THREE WHEN I RETROD THAT WATERY WAY SOME HOURS BEYOND THE DROOP OF DAY STILL I FOUND PACING THERE THE TWAIN JUST AS SLOWLY JUST AS SADLY HEEDLESS OF THE NIGHT AND RAIN ONE COULD BUT WONDER WHO THEY WERE AND WHAT WILD WOE DETAINED THEM THERE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː wɛn aɪ ɹˌɛtɹoʊdˈiː ðæt wˈɔːɾɚɹi wˈeɪ sˌʌm ˈaʊɚz bᵻjˌɔnd ðə dɹˈuːp ʌv dˈeɪ, stˈɪl aɪ fˈaʊnd pˈeɪsɪŋ ðɛɹ ðə twˈeɪn dʒˈʌst æz slˈoʊli, dʒˈʌst æz sˈædli, hˈiːdləs ʌvðə nˈaɪt ænd ɹˈeɪn. wˈʌn kʊd bˌʌt wˈʌndɚ hˌuː ðeɪ wɜː ænd wʌt wˈaɪld wˈoʊ dɪtˈeɪnd ðˌɛm ðˈɛɹ.