text_original: The wind sighed low like a sick man dying, And the dawn crept silently over the hill. And I said, 'O heart! there is no use trying, We must _remember_, and love on still.' And the tiger, appeased with its midnight feast, Fled as the dawn rose red in the East.
text_transcription: THE WIND SIGHED LOW LIKE A SICK MAN DYING AND THE DAWN CREPT SILENTLY OVER THE HILL AND I SAID O HEART THERE IS NO USE TRYING WE MUST REMEMBER AND LOVE ON STILL AND THE TIGER APPEASED WITH ITS MIDNIGHT FEAST FLED AS THE DAWN ROSE RED IN THE EAST
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd sˈaɪd lˈoʊ lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɪk mˈæn dˈaɪɪŋ, ænd ðə dˈɔːn kɹˈɛpt sˈaɪləntli ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɪl. ænd aɪ sˈɛd, ˈoʊ hˈɑːɹt! ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ jˈuːs tɹˈaɪɪŋ, wiː mˈʌst ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ, ænd lˈʌv ˌɔn stˈɪl.ænd ðə tˈaɪɡɚ, ɐpˈiːzd wɪð ɪts mˈɪdnaɪt fˈiːst, flˈɛd æz ðə dˈɔːn ɹˈoʊz ɹˈɛd ɪnðɪ ˈiːst.