text_original: Close in the covert of the leaves there stood A nightingale, come from the neighboring wood (The sweet inhabitant of each glad tree, Their muse, their siren, harmless siren she) : There stood she listening, and did entertain The music's soft report, and mould the same In her own murmurs; that whatever mood His curious fingers lent, her voice made good.
text_transcription: CLOSE IN THE COVERT OF THE LEAVES THERE STOOD A NIGHTINGALE COME FROM THE NEIGHBOURING WOOD THE SWEET INHABITANT OF EACH GLAD TREE THEIR MUSE THEIR SIREN HARMLESS SIREN SHE THERE STOOD SHE LISTENING AND DID ENTERTAIN THE MUSIC'S SOFT REPORT AND MOULD THE SAME IN HER OWN MURMURS THAT WHATEVER MOOD HIS CURIOUS FINGERS LEND HER VOICE MADE GOOD
phonemes: klˈoʊs ɪnðə koʊvˈɜːt ʌvðə lˈiːvz ðɛɹ stˈʊd ɐ nˈaɪɾɪŋɡˌeɪl, kˈʌm fɹʌmðə nˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ wˈʊd (ðə swˈiːt ɪnhˈæbɪtənt ʌv ˈiːtʃ ɡlˈæd tɹˈiː, ðɛɹ mjˈuːz, ðɛɹ sˈaɪɹən, hˈɑːɹmləs sˈaɪɹən ʃiː) : ðɛɹ stˈʊd ʃiː lˈɪsənɪŋ, ænd dˈɪd ˌɛntɚtˈeɪn ðə mjˈuːzɪkz sˈɔft ɹᵻpˈɔːɹt, ænd mˈoʊld ðə sˈeɪm ɪn hɜːɹ ˈoʊn mˈɜːmɚz; ðæt wʌtˈɛvɚ mˈuːd hɪz kjˈʊɹɹiəs fˈɪŋɡɚz lˈɛnt, hɜː vˈɔɪs mˌeɪd ɡˈʊd.