text_original: Yet forth she leans, with trembling knees, And northward will she stare and stare Through that thick wall of cypress trees, And sigh adown the stirless air: "Shall no remembrance in Siena linger Of me, once fair, whom slow Maremma slays?
text_transcription: YET FORTH SHE LEANS WITH TREMBLING KNEES AND NORTHWARD WILL SHE STARE AND STARE THROUGH THAT THICK WALL OF CYPRESS TREES AND SIRE DOWN THE STIRLESS AIR SHALL NO REMEMBRANCE INSEE IN ALINGA OF ME ONCE FAIR WHOM SLOW MAREMMA SLAYS
phonemes: jˈɛt fˈɔːɹθ ʃiː lˈiːnz, wɪð tɹˈɛmblɪŋ nˈiːz, ænd nˈɔːɹθwɚd wɪl ʃiː stˈɛɹ ænd stˈɛɹ θɹuː ðæt θˈɪk wˈɔːl ʌv sˈaɪpɹəs tɹˈiːz, ænd sˈaɪ ɐdˈaʊn ðə stˈɜːləs ˈɛɹ: "ʃˌæl nˈoʊ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns ɪn siˈɛnə lˈɪŋɡɚɹ ʌv mˌiː, wˈʌns fˈɛɹ, hˈuːm slˈoʊ mɚɹˈɛmə slˈeɪz?