text_original: The bird, that sang so sweet, is still At dusk and dawn; No more it makes the silence thrill Of wood and lawn.
text_transcription: THE BIRD THAT SANGS SO SWEET IS STILL AT DUSK AND DAWN NO MORE IT MAKES THE SILENCE THRILL OF WOOD AND LAWN
phonemes: ðə bˈɜːd, ðæt sˈæŋ sˌoʊ swˈiːt, ɪz stˈɪl æt dˈʌsk ænd dˈɔːn; nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɪt mˌeɪks ðə sˈaɪləns θɹˈɪl ʌv wˈʊd ænd lˈɔːn.