text_original: '" —So passed that day, the next, the next; The abbot scanned the task, perplexed; The townsmen mustered all their wit To fathom how to compass it, But no raw artistries availed Where practice in the craft had failed . . . —One night he tossed, all open eyed, And early left his helpmeet's side.
text_transcription: SO PASSED THAT DAY THE NEXT THE NEXT THE ABBOT SCANNED THE TASK PERPLEXED THE TOWNSMEN MUSTERED ALL THEIR WIT TO FATHOM HOW TO COMPASS IT BUT NO RAW ARTISTRIES AVAILED WHERE PRACTICE IN THE CRAFT HAD FAILED ONE NIGHT HE TOSSED ALL OPEN EYED AND EARLY LEFT HIS HELP MEET SIDE
phonemes: " —sˌoʊ pˈæst ðæt dˈeɪ, ðə nˈɛkst, ðə nˈɛkst; ðɪ ˈæbət skˈænd ðə tˈæsk, pɚplˈɛkst; ðə tˈaʊnzmɛn mˈʌstɚd ˈɔːl ðɛɹ wˈɪt tə fˈæðəm hˌaʊ tə kˈʌmpəs ɪt, bˌʌt nˈoʊ ɹˈɔː ˈɑːɹɾɪstɹiz ɐvˈeɪld wˌɛɹ pɹˈæktɪs ɪnðə kɹˈæft hæd fˈeɪld . . . —wˈʌn nˈaɪt hiː tˈɔst, ˈɔːl ˈoʊpən ˈaɪd, ænd ˈɜːli lˈɛft hɪz hˈɛlpmiːts sˈaɪd.