text_original: 'T was morn, and beautiful the mountain's brow — Hung with the clusters of the bending vine — Shone in the early light, when on the Rhine We sailed and heard the waters round the prow In murmurs parting; varying as we go, Rocks after rocks come forward and retire, As some gray convent wall or snnlil spire Starts up along the banks, unfolding slow.
text_transcription: TWAS MORN AND BEAUTIFUL THE MOUNTAIN'S BROW HUNG WITH THE CLUSTERS OF THE BENDING VINE SHONE IN THE EARLY LIGHT WHEN ON THE RHINE WE SAILED AND HEARD THE WATERS ROUND THE PROW IN MURMURS PARTING VARYING AS WE GO ROCKS AFTER ROCKS COME FORWARD AND RETIRE AS SOME GRAY CONVENT WALL OR SUNLIT SPIRE STARTS UP ALONG THE BANKS UNFOLDING SLOW
phonemes: tˈiː wʌz mˈɔːɹn, ænd bjˈuːɾifəl ðə mˈaʊntɪnz bɹˈaʊ — hˈʌŋ wɪððə klˈʌstɚz ʌvðə bˈɛndɪŋ vˈaɪn — ʃˈɑːn ɪnðɪ ˈɜːli lˈaɪt, wˌɛn ɔnðə ɹˈaɪn wiː sˈeɪld ænd hˈɜːd ðə wˈɔːɾɚz ɹˈaʊnd ðə pɹˈaʊ ɪn mˈɜːmɚz pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ; vˈɛɹiɪŋ æz wiː ɡˈoʊ, ɹˈɑːks ˈæftɚ ɹˈɑːks kˈʌm fˈɔːɹwɚd ænd ɹᵻtˈaɪɚ, æz sˌʌm ɡɹˈeɪ kˈɑːnvənt wˈɔːl ɔːɹ ˌɛsˌɛnˈɛnlˈɪl spˈaɪɚ stˈɑːɹts ˌʌp ɐlˈɔŋ ðə bˈæŋks, ʌnfˈoʊldɪŋ slˈoʊ.