text_original: Thro' innocent eyes at the world awond'ring Nothing spake to me more superbly Than the round bastion of Windsor's wall That warding the Castle's southern angle An old inheritor of Norman prowess Was call'd by the folk the Curfew Tow'r.
text_transcription: THROUGH INNOCENT EYES AT THE WORLD A WANDERING NOTHING SPAKE TO ME MORE SUPERBLY THAN THE ROUND BASTION OF WINDSOR'S WALL THAT WARDING THE CASTLE'S SOUTHERN ANGLE AN OLD INHERITOR OF NORMAN PROWESS WAS CALLED BY THE FOLK THE CURFEW TOWER
phonemes: θɹˈoʊ ˈɪnəsənt ˈaɪz æt ðə wˈɜːld ˈæwʌndɹɪŋ nˈʌθɪŋ spˈeɪk tə mˌiː mˈɔːɹ suːpˈɜːbli ðɐn ðə ɹˈaʊnd bˈæstiən ʌv wˈɪndsɚz wˈɔːl ðæt wˈɔːɹdɪŋ ðə kˈæsəlz sˈʌðɚn ˈæŋɡəl ɐn ˈoʊld ɪnhˈɛɹɪɾɚɹ ʌv nˈɔːɹmən pɹˈaʊɛs wʌz kˈɔːld baɪ ðə fˈoʊk ðə kˈɜːfjuː tˈoʊɚ.