text_original: Wilder and ever wilder The tempest raged and rang, "There are rocks ahead, and the wind dead aft, Thank you, my love!" the lady laughed As unto the wind she sang.
text_transcription: WILDER AND EVER WILDER THE TEMPEST RAGED AND RANG THERE ARE ROCKS AHEAD AND THE WIND DEAD AFT THANK YOU MY LOVE THE LADY LAUGHED AS UNTO THE WIND SHE SANG
phonemes: wˈaɪldɚɹ ænd ˈɛvɚ wˈaɪldɚ ðə tˈɛmpɪst ɹˈeɪdʒd ænd ɹˈæŋ, "ðɛɹˌɑːɹ ɹˈɑːks ɐhˈɛd, ænd ðə wˈɪnd dˈɛd ˈæft, θˈæŋk juː, maɪ lˈʌv!" ðə lˈeɪdi lˈæft æz ˌʌntʊ ðə wˈɪnd ʃiː sˈæŋ.