text_original: Far down the lane A window pane Gleams 'mid the trees through night and rain. The weeds are dense Through which a fence Of pickets rambles, none sees whence, Before a porch, all indistinct of line, O'er grown and matted with wistaria vine.
text_transcription: FAR DOWN THE LANE A WINDOW PANE GLEAMS MID THE TREES THROUGH NIGHT AND RAIN THE WEEDS ARE DENSE THROUGH WHICH A FENCE OF PICKETS RAMBLES NONE SEES WHENCE BEFORE A PORCH ALL INDISTINCT OF LINE OVERGROWN AND MATTED WITH WISTARIA VINE
phonemes: fˈɑːɹ dˌaʊn ðə lˈeɪn ɐ wˈɪndoʊ pˈeɪn ɡlˈiːmz mˈɪd ðə tɹˈiːz θɹuː nˈaɪt ænd ɹˈeɪn. ðə wˈiːdz ɑːɹ dˈɛns θɹuː wˌɪtʃ ɐ fˈɛns ʌv pˈɪkɪts ɹˈæmbəlz, nˈʌn sˈiːz wˈɛns, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ pˈɔːɹtʃ, ˈɔːl ˌɪndɪstˈɪŋkt ʌv lˈaɪn, ˈɔːɹ ɡɹˈoʊn ænd mˈæɾᵻd wɪð wɪstˈɛɹiə vˈaɪn.