text_original: Thy beauty fell upon my mind Like song to one within a darkling land Who, with fear on him like a bloodless hand, Hears the large, hurrying whisper of the wind.
text_transcription: THY BEAUTY FELL UPON MY MIND LIKE SONG TO ONE WITHIN A DARKLING LAND WHO WITH FEAR ON HIM LIKE A BLOODLESS HAND HEARS THE LARGE HURRYING WHISPER OF THE WIND
phonemes: ðˌaɪ bjˈuːɾi fˈɛl əpˌɑːn maɪ mˈaɪnd lˈaɪk sˈɔŋ tə wˈʌn wɪðˌɪn ɐ dˈɑːɹklɪŋ lˈænd hˈuː, wɪð fˈɪɹ ˌɔn hˌɪm lˈaɪk ɐ blˈʌdləs hˈænd, hˈɪɹz ðə lˈɑːɹdʒ, hˈɜːɹiɪŋ wˈɪspɚɹ ʌvðə wˈɪnd.