text_original: The moonlight steeps In silver silence towered castle keeps And cottage crofts, where apples bend the bough. Peace guards us round, and many a tired heart sleeps. Let me brush back the shadow from your brow. Give over now.
text_transcription: THE MOONLIGHT STEEPS IN SILVER SILENCE TOWERED CASTLE KEEPS AND COTTAGE CROFTS WHERE APPLES BEND THE BOUGH PEACE GUARDS US ROUND AND MANY A TIRED HEART SLEEPS LET ME BRUSH BACK THE SHADOW FROM YOUR BROW GIVE OVER NOW
phonemes: ðə mˈuːnlaɪt stˈiːps ɪn sˈɪlvɚ sˈaɪləns tˈaʊɚd kˈæsəl kˈiːps ænd kˈɑːɾɪdʒ kɹˈɔfts, wˌɛɹ ˈæpəlz bˈɛnd ðə bˈaʊ. pˈiːs ɡˈɑːɹdz ˌʌs ɹˈaʊnd, ænd mˈɛni ɐ tˈaɪɚd hˈɑːɹt slˈiːps. lˈɛt mˌiː bɹˈʌʃ bˈæk ðə ʃˈædoʊ fɹʌm jʊɹ bɹˈaʊ. ɡˈɪv ˌoʊvɚ nˈaʊ.