text_original: Now naught was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile.
text_transcription: NOW NAUGHT WAS HEARD BENEATH THE SKIES THE SOUNDS OF BUSY LIFE WERE STILL SAVE AN UNHAPPY LADY'S SIGHS THAT ISSUED FROM THAT LONELY PILE
phonemes: nˈaʊ nˈɔːt wʌz hˈɜːd bᵻnˌiːθ ðə skˈaɪz, ðə sˈaʊndz ʌv bˈɪzi lˈaɪf wɜː stˈɪl, sˈeɪv ɐn ʌnhˈæpi lˈeɪdiz sˈaɪz, ðæt ˈɪʃuːd fɹʌm ðæt lˈoʊnli pˈaɪl.