text_original: In the hollow tree, in the old grav tower, The spectral owl doth dwell ; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he 's abroad and well ! Not a bird of the foresl e'er mates with him; All mock him outrighl bv daj : But at night, when the woods grow si ill and dun. The boldest will shrink aw;i\
text_transcription: IN THE HOLLOW TREE IN THE OLD GRAY TOWER THE SPECTRAL OWL DOTH DWELL DULL HATED DESPISED IN THE SUNSHINE HOUR BUT AT DUSK HE IS ABROAD AND WELL NOT A BIRD OF THE FOREST EVER MATES WITH HIM ALL MOCK HIM OUTRIGHT BY DAY BUT AT NIGHT WHEN THE WOODS GROW STILL AND DIM THE BOLDEST WILL SHRINK AWAY
phonemes: ɪnðə hˈɑːloʊ tɹˈiː, ɪnðɪ ˈoʊld ɡɹˈæv tˈaʊɚ, ðə spˈɛktɹəl ˈaʊl dʌθ dwˈɛl ; dˈʌl, hˈeɪɾᵻd, dᵻspˈaɪzd, ɪnðə sˈʌnʃaɪn ˈaʊɚ, bˌʌt æt dˈʌsk hiː ˈɛs ɐbɹˈɔːd ænd wˈɛl ! nˌɑːɾə bˈɜːd ʌvðə fˈɔːɹsəl ˈɛɹ mˈeɪts wɪð hˌɪm; ˈɔːl mˈɑːk hˌɪm aʊtɹˈɪɡl bˌiːvˈiː dˈædʒ : bˌʌt æt nˈaɪt, wˌɛn ðə wˈʊdz ɡɹˈoʊ sˈiː ˈɪl ænd dˈʌn. ðə bˈoʊldɪst wɪl ʃɹˈɪŋk ˈɔː;ˈaɪ bˈækslæʃ