text_original: A wild night 'tis! her lover's moan, Down under ooze and salty weed, She'll make thee hear  and then her own! Till thou shalt heed. And it will suck upon thy heart   The sorcery within her cry   Till madness out of thee upstart, And rage to die.
text_transcription: O WILD NIGHT THIS HER LOVER'S MOON DOWN UNDER OOZE AND SALTY WEED SHE'LL MAKE THEE HEAR AND THEN HER OWN TILL THOU SHALT HEED AND IT WILL SUCK UPON THY HEART THE SORCERY WITHIN HER CRY TILL MADNESS OUT OF THEE UPSTART AND RAGE TO DIE
phonemes: ɐ wˈaɪld nˈaɪt tˈɪz! hɜː lˈʌvɚz mˈoʊn, dˌaʊn ˌʌndɚɹ ˈuːz ænd sˈɔlti wˈiːd, ʃiːl mˌeɪk ðiː hˈɪɹ ænd ðˈɛn hɜːɹ ˈoʊn! tˈɪl ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt hˈiːd. ænd ɪt wɪl sˈʌk əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt ðə sˈɔːɹsɚɹi wɪðˌɪn hɜː kɹˈaɪ tˈɪl mˈædnəs ˌaʊɾəv ðiː ˈʌpstɑːɹt, ænd ɹˈeɪdʒ tə dˈaɪ.