text_original: How is it? O wind that bears The arrow from its mark, The sea bird from the sea, The moth from his midnight lamp, Fate's self, thou mocker of prayers! Whirl up from the mighty dark, And even so, even me Blow far from the gypsy camp! FOR A CHILD. Schumann's 'Erinnerung: Novbr. 4, 1847.' IN memory of
text_transcription: HOW IS IT O WIND THAT BEARS THE ARROW FROM ITS MARK THE SEA BIRD FROM THE SEA THE MOTH FROM HIS MIDNIGHT LAMP FATE'S SELF THOU MOCKER OF PRAYERS WHIRL UP FROM THE MIGHTY DARK AND EVEN SO EVEN ME BLOW FAR FROM THE GYPSY CAMP AND THE POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC THE MAIN
phonemes: hˈaʊ ɪz ɪt? ˈoʊ wˈɪnd ðæt bˈɛɹz ðɪ ˈæɹoʊ fɹʌm ɪts mˈɑːɹk, ðə sˈiː bˈɜːd fɹʌmðə sˈiː, ðə mˈɑːθ fɹʌm hɪz mˈɪdnaɪt lˈæmp, fˈeɪtz sˈɛlf, ðˈaʊ mˈɑːkɚɹ ʌv pɹˈɛɹz! wˈɜːl ˌʌp fɹʌmðə mˈaɪɾi dˈɑːɹk, ænd ˈiːvən sˈoʊ, ˈiːvən mˌiː blˈoʊ fˈɑːɹ fɹʌmðə dʒˈɪpsi kˈæmp! fɚɹə tʃˈaɪld. ʃˈuːmənz ˈɛɹɪnɚɹˌʌŋ: nˈɑːvbɚ. fˈɔːɹ, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən.ɪn mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv