text_original: Thro' starless nights the untold hours wear on, All awful phantom shapes affright the wood   And morning light but brings th' unwinking sun, To torture with its glare their solitude.
text_transcription: THROUGH STARLESS NIGHTS THE UNTOLD HOURS WEARON ALL AWFUL PHANTOM SHAPES AFFRIGHT THE WOOD AND MORNING LIGHT BUT BRINGS THE UNWINKING SUN TO TORTURE WITH ITS GLARE THEIR SOLITUDE
phonemes: θɹˈoʊ stˈɑːɹləs nˈaɪts ðɪ ʌntˈoʊld ˈaʊɚz wˈɛɹ ˈɔn, ˈɔːl ˈɔːfəl fˈæntəm ʃˈeɪps ɐfɹˈaɪt ðə wˈʊd ænd mˈɔːɹnɪŋ lˈaɪt bˌʌt bɹˈɪŋz tˌiːˈeɪtʃ ʌnwˈɪŋkɪŋ sˈʌn, tə tˈɔːɹtʃɚ wɪð ɪts ɡlˈɛɹ ðɛɹ sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd.