text_original: THE MOON LOOKS IN I I have risen again, And awhile survey By my chilly ray Through your window pane Your upturned face, As you think, "Ah she Now dreams of me In her distant place!"
text_transcription: THE MOON LOOKS IN ONE I HAVE RISEN AGAIN AND A WHILE SURVEY BY MY CHILLY RAY THROUGH YOUR WINDOW PANE YOUR UPTURNED FACE AS YOU THINK AH SHE NOW DREAMS OF ME IN HER DISTANT PLACE
phonemes: ðə mˈuːn lˈʊks ɪn aɪ aɪ hæv ɹˈɪzən ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ɐwˈaɪl sˈɜːveɪ baɪ maɪ tʃˈɪli ɹˈeɪ θɹuː jʊɹ wˈɪndoʊ pˈeɪn jʊɹ ˈʌptɜːnd fˈeɪs, æz juː θˈɪŋk, "ˈɑː ʃiː nˈaʊ dɹˈiːmz ʌv mˌiː ɪn hɜː dˈɪstənt plˈeɪs!"