text_original: At the midnight in the silence of the sleep time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where — by death, fools think, imprisoned — Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so, —Pity me?
text_transcription: AT THE MIDNIGHT IN THE SILENCE OF THE SLEEP TIME WHEN YOU SET YOUR FANCIES FREE WILL THEY PASS TO WHERE BY DEATH FOOLS THINK IMPRISONED LO HE LIES WHO ONCE SO LOVED YOU WHOM YOU LOVED SO PITY ME
phonemes: æt ðə mˈɪdnaɪt ɪnðə sˈaɪləns ʌvðə slˈiːp tˈaɪm, wˌɛn juː sˈɛt jʊɹ fˈænsiz fɹˈiː, wɪl ðeɪ pˈæs tə wˈɛɹ — baɪ dˈɛθ, fˈuːlz θˈɪŋk, ɪmpɹˈɪzənd — lˈoʊ hiː lˈaɪz hˌuː wˈʌns sˌoʊ lˈʌvd juː, hˈuːm juː lˈʌvd sˈoʊ, —pˈɪɾi mˌiː?