text_original: _" She mutters and kneels and her bosom is bare   The little green leaves are stirred on the trees   A black bat brushes her unkempt hair, And the hiss of a snake glides 'round her there
text_transcription: SHE MUTTERS AND KNEELS AND HER BOSOM IS BARE THE LITTLE GREEN LEAVES ARE STIRRED ON THE TREES A BLACK BAT BRUSHES HER UNKEMPT HAIR AND THE HISS OF A SNAKE GLIDES ROUND HER THERE
phonemes: " ʃiː mˈʌɾɚz ænd nˈiːlz ænd hɜː bˈʊzəm ɪz bˈɛɹ ðə lˈɪɾəl ɡɹˈiːn lˈiːvz ɑːɹ stˈɜːd ɔnðə tɹˈiːz ɐ blˈæk bˈæt bɹˈʌʃᵻz hɜːɹ ʌŋkˈɛmpt hˈɛɹ, ænd ðə hˈɪs əvə snˈeɪk ɡlˈaɪdz ɹˈaʊnd hɜː ðˈɛɹ