text_original: It was beneath a waning moon when woods were bleak and sear, And winds made whispers of the leaves that eddied far and near, I met her ghost upon the bridge we parted at last year.
text_transcription: IT WAS BENEATH THE WANING MOON WHEN WOODS WERE BLEAK AND SERE AND WINDS MADE WHISPERS OF THE LEAVES THAT EDDIED FAR AND NEAR I MET HER GHOST UPON THE BRIDGE WE PARTED AT LAST YEAR
phonemes: ɪt wʌz bᵻnˌiːθ ɐ wˈeɪnɪŋ mˈuːn wɛn wˈʊdz wɜː blˈiːk ænd sˈɪɹ, ænd wˈɪndz mˌeɪd wˈɪspɚz ʌvðə lˈiːvz ðæt ˈɛdɪd fˈɑːɹ ænd nˈɪɹ, aɪ mˈɛt hɜː ɡˈoʊst əpˌɑːn ðə bɹˈɪdʒ wiː pˈɑːɹɾᵻd æt lˈæst jˈɪɹ.