text_original: She mutters and stoops by the lone bayou   The little green leaves are hushed on the trees   An owl in an oak cries "Who oh who," And a fox barks back where the moon slants through The moss that sways to a sudden breeze
text_transcription: SHE MUTTERS AND STOOPS BY THE LOAN BY YOU THE LITTLE GREEN LEAVES ARE HUSHED ON THE TREES AN OWL IN AN OAK CRIES HOO OH HOO AND THE FOX BARKS BACK WHERE THE MOON SLANTS THROUGH THE MOSS THAT SWAYS TO A SUDDEN BREEZE
phonemes: ʃiː mˈʌɾɚz ænd stˈuːps baɪ ðə lˈoʊn bˈaɪuː ðə lˈɪɾəl ɡɹˈiːn lˈiːvz ɑːɹ hˈʌʃt ɔnðə tɹˈiːz ɐn ˈaʊl ɪn ɐn ˈoʊk kɹˈaɪz "hˌuː ˈoʊ hˈuː," ænd ɐ fˈɑːks bˈɑːɹks bˈæk wˌɛɹ ðə mˈuːn slˈænts θɹuː ðə mˈɔs ðæt swˈeɪz tʊ ɐ sˈʌdən bɹˈiːz