text_original: Then suddenly, Across the hills, far off and faint, I hear Sound through the dark, as through a dream, the call (How strange it seems!) of some bold chanticleer.
text_transcription: THEN SUDDENLY ACROSS THE HILLS FAR OFF AND FAINT I HEAR SOUND THROUGH THE DARK AS THROUGH A DREAM THE CALL HOW STRANGE IT SEEMS OF SOME BOLD CHANTICLEER
phonemes: ðˈɛn sˈʌdənli, əkɹˌɑːs ðə hˈɪlz, fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf ænd fˈeɪnt, aɪ hˈɪɹ sˈaʊnd θɹuː ðə dˈɑːɹk, æz θɹuː ɐ dɹˈiːm, ðə kˈɔːl (hˌaʊ stɹˈeɪndʒ ɪt sˈiːmz!) ʌv sˌʌm bˈoʊld tʃˌæntɪklˈɪɹ.