text_original: Out of the night Crying to fright The earth he swoops to spoil   There is furious scathe in the whirl of his wrath, In his path There is misery and moil.
text_transcription: OUT OF THE NIGHT CRYING TO FRIGHT THE EARTH HE SWOOPS TO SPOIL THERE IS FURIOUS SCATH IN THE WHIRL OF HIS WRATH IN HIS PATH THERE IS MISERY AND MOIL
phonemes: ˌaʊɾəv ðə nˈaɪt kɹˈaɪɪŋ tə fɹˈaɪt ðɪ ˈɜːθ hiː swˈuːps tə spˈɔɪl ðɛɹ ɪz fjˈʊɹɹiəs skˈeɪð ɪnðə wˈɜːl ʌv hɪz ɹˈæθ, ɪn hɪz pˈæθ ðɛɹ ɪz mˈɪzɚɹi ænd mˈɔɪl.