text_original: "How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that moonlight flood,   "How sweetly does the moonbeam smile To night upon yon leafy isle!
text_transcription: HOW SWEETLY SAID THE TREMBLING MAID OF HER OWN GENTLE VOICE AFRAID SO LONG HAD THEY IN SILENCE STOOD LOOKING UPON THAT MOONLIGHT FLOOD HOW SWEETLY DOES THE MOONBEAMS SMILE TO NIGHT UPON YON LEAFY ISLE
phonemes: "hˌaʊ swˈiːtli," sˈɛd ðə tɹˈɛmblɪŋ mˈeɪd, ʌv hɜːɹ ˈoʊn dʒˈɛntəl vˈɔɪs ɐfɹˈeɪd, sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ hæd ðeɪ ɪn sˈaɪləns stˈʊd, lˈʊkɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðæt mˈuːnlaɪt flˈʌd,   "hˌaʊ swˈiːtli dˈʌz ðə mˈuːnbiːm smˈaɪl tə nˈaɪt əpˌɑːn jˈɑːn lˈiːfi ˈaɪəl!