text_original: Again I looked at the snow fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, When that mound was heaped so high. I remember the gradual patience That fell from that cloud like snow, Flake by flake, healing and hiding The scar of our deep plunged woe.
text_transcription: AGAIN I LOOKED AT THE SNOWFALL AND THOUGHT OF THE LEADEN SKY THAT ARCHED OVER OUR FIRST GREAT SORROW WHEN THAT MOUNT WAS HEAPED SO HIGH I REMEMBER THE GRADUAL PATIENCE THAT FELL FROM THAT CLOUD LIKE SNOW FLAKE BY FLAKE HEALING AND HIDING THE SCAR OF OUR DEEP PLUNGED WOE
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn aɪ lˈʊkt æt ðə snˈoʊ fˈɔːl, ænd θˈɔːt ʌvðə lˈɛdən skˈaɪ ðæt ˈɑːɹtʃt ˈɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ fˈɜːst ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ, wˌɛn ðæt mˈaʊnd wʌz hˈiːpt sˌoʊ hˈaɪ. aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðə ɡɹˈædʒuːəl pˈeɪʃəns ðæt fˈɛl fɹʌm ðæt klˈaʊd lˈaɪk snˈoʊ, flˈeɪk baɪ flˈeɪk, hˈiːlɪŋ ænd hˈaɪdɪŋ ðə skˈɑːɹ ʌv ˌaʊɚ dˈiːp plˈʌndʒd wˈoʊ.