text_original: And the rain of the night And the wind of the morn, They both quivered right; For my spirit forlorn In a garment of white And a laugh newly born Sprang in maddest of moods Like a blossom in air To the kiss of the sun And the curl of the breeze, Caught the cobwebs begun In the hush of the trees All my beatings were one With the swirl of the seas. Dead the creature that broods In a tangle of care; There's a lass from the woods With a leaf in her hair.
text_transcription: AND THE RAIN OF THE NIGHT AND THE WIND OF THE MORN THEY BOTH QUIVERED RIGHT FOR MY SPIRIT FORLORN IN A GARMENT OF WHITE AND A LAUGH NEWLY BORNE SPRANG IN MADDEST OF MOODS LIKE A BLOSSOM IN AIR TO THE KISS OF THE SUN AND THE CURL OF THE BREEZE CALLED THE COBWEBS BEGUN IN THE HUSH OF THE TREES ALL MY BEATINGS WERE ONE WITH THE SWIRL OF THE SEAS DEAD THE CREATURE THAT BROODS IN A TANGLE OF CARE TESS A LESS FROM THE WOODS WITH A LEAF IN HER HAIR
phonemes: ænd ðə ɹˈeɪn ʌvðə nˈaɪt ænd ðə wˈɪnd ʌvðə mˈɔːɹn, ðeɪ bˈoʊθ kwˈɪvɚd ɹˈaɪt; fɔːɹ maɪ spˈɪɹɪt fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn ɪn ɐ ɡˈɑːɹmənt ʌv wˈaɪt ænd ɐ lˈæf nˈuːli bˈɔːɹn spɹˈæŋ ɪn mˈædɪst ʌv mˈuːdz lˈaɪk ɐ blˈɔsəm ɪn ˈɛɹ tə ðə kˈɪs ʌvðə sˈʌn ænd ðə kˈɜːl ʌvðə bɹˈiːz, kˈɔːt ðə kˈɑːbwɛbz bɪɡˈʌn ɪnðə hˈʌʃ ʌvðə tɹˈiːz ˈɔːl maɪ bˈiːɾɪŋz wɜː wˈʌn wɪððə swˈɜːl ʌvðə sˈiːz. dˈɛd ðə kɹˈiːtʃɚ ðæt bɹˈuːdz ɪn ɐ tˈæŋɡəl ʌv kˈɛɹ; ðɛɹz ɐ lˈæs fɹʌmðə wˈʊdz wɪð ɐ lˈiːf ɪn hɜː hˈɛɹ.