text_original: So, scarce awake, Dismounting, did she leave that place, And totter some yards: with her face Turn'd upward to the sky she lay, Her head on a wet heap of hay, And fell asleep: and while she slept, And did not dream, the minutes crept Round to the twelve again; but she, Being waked at last, sigh'd quietly, And strangely childlike came, and said: I will not.
text_transcription: SO SCARCE AWAKE DISMOUNTING DID SHE LEAVE THAT PLACE AND TOTTER SOME YARDS WITH HER FACE TURNED UPWARD TO THE SKY SHE LAY HER HEAD ON A WET HEAP OF HAY AND FELL ASLEEP AND WHILE SHE SLEPT AND DID NOT DREAM THE MINUTES CREPT ROUND TO THE TWELF AGAIN BUT SHE BEING WAKED AT LAST SIGHED QUIETLY AND STRANGELY CHILDLIKE CAME AND SAID I WILL NOT
phonemes: sˈoʊ, skˈɛɹs ɐwˈeɪk, dɪsmˈaʊntɪŋ, dˈɪd ʃiː lˈiːv ðæt plˈeɪs, ænd tˈɑːɾɚ sˌʌm jˈɑːɹdz: wɪð hɜː fˈeɪs tˈɜːnd ˈʌpwɚd tə ðə skˈaɪ ʃiː lˈeɪ, hɜː hˈɛd ˌɔn ɐ wˈɛt hˈiːp ʌv hˈeɪ, ænd fˈɛl ɐslˈiːp: ænd wˌaɪl ʃiː slˈɛpt, ænd dɪdnˌɑːt dɹˈiːm, ðə mˈɪnɪts kɹˈɛpt ɹˈaʊnd tə ðə twˈɛlv ɐɡˈɛn; bˌʌt ʃiː, bˌiːɪŋ wˈeɪkt æt lˈæst, sˈaɪd kwˈaɪətli, ænd stɹˈeɪndʒli tʃˈaɪldlaɪk kˈeɪm, ænd sˈɛd: aɪ wɪl nˈɑːt.