text_original: O sacred night, O silvery shore, O blossoming lanes that wind and wind, Ye are my refuge more and more From ghosts that haunt the waking mind.
text_transcription: O SACRED NIGHT O SILVERY SHORE O BLOSSOMING LANES THAT WIND AND WIND YE ARE MY REFUGE MORE AND MORE FROM GHOSTS THAT HAUNT THE WAKING MIND
phonemes: ˈoʊ sˈeɪkɹɪd nˈaɪt, ˈoʊ sˈɪlvɚɹi ʃˈɔːɹ, ˈoʊ blˈɔsəmɪŋ lˈeɪnz ðæt wˈɪnd ænd wˈɪnd, jiː ɑːɹ maɪ ɹˈɛfjuːdʒ mˈɔːɹ ænd mˈɔːɹ fɹʌm ɡˈoʊsts ðæt hˈɔːnt ðə wˈeɪkɪŋ mˈaɪnd.