text_original: Far out in the meadows, above the young corn, The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun; They pray the long gloom through for daylight new born, Round the lone house in the midst of the corn.
text_transcription: FAR OUT IN THE MEADOWS ABOVE THE YOUNG CORN THE HEAVY ELMS WAIT AND RESTLESS AND COLD THE UNEASY WIND RISES THE ROSES ARE DONE THEY PRAY THE LONG GLOOM THROUGH FOR DAYLIGHT NEW BORN ROUND THE LONE HOUSE IN THE MIDST OF THE CORN
phonemes: fˈɑːɹ ˈaʊt ɪnðə mˈɛdoʊz, əbˌʌv ðə jˈʌŋ kˈɔːɹn, ðə hˈɛvi ˈɛlmz wˈeɪt, ænd ɹˈɛstləs ænd kˈoʊld ðɪ ʌnˈiːzi wˈɪnd ɹˈaɪzᵻz; ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɑːɹ dˈʌn; ðeɪ pɹˈeɪ ðə lˈɔŋ ɡlˈuːm θɹuː fɔːɹ dˈeɪlaɪt nˈuː bˈɔːɹn, ɹˈaʊnd ðə lˈoʊn hˈaʊs ɪnðə mˈɪdst ʌvðə kˈɔːɹn.