text_original: In her wimple of wind and her slippers of sleep The twilight comes like a little goose girl, Herding her owls with many "tu whoos," Her little brown owls in the woodland deep, Where dimly she walks in her whispering shoes, And gown of glimmering pearl.
text_transcription: IN HER WIMPLE OF WIND AND HER SLIPPERS OF SLEEP THE TWILIGHT COMES LIKE A LITTLE GOOSE GIRL HERDING HER OWLS WITH MANY TO HOOSE HER LITTLE BROWN OWLS IN THE WOODLAND DEEP WHERE DIMLY SHE WALKS IN HER WHISPERING SHOES AND GOWN OF GLIMMERING PEARL
phonemes: ɪn hɜː wˈɪmpəl ʌv wˈɪnd ænd hɜː slˈɪpɚz ʌv slˈiːp ðə twˈaɪlaɪt kˈʌmz lˈaɪk ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɡˈuːs ɡˈɜːl, hˈɜːdɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈaʊlz wɪð mˈɛni "tˈuː wˈuːz," hɜː lˈɪɾəl bɹˈaʊn ˈaʊlz ɪnðə wˈʊdlənd dˈiːp, wˌɛɹ dˈɪmli ʃiː wˈɔːks ɪn hɜː wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ ʃˈuːz, ænd ɡˈaʊn ʌv ɡlˈɪmɚɹɪŋ pˈɜːl.