text_original: The wind blew wide the easement, and within — It was the loveliest picture!— a sweet child I*ay in its mother's arms, and drew its life. In pauses, from the fountain,— the white round Part shaded by loose tresses, soft and dark.
text_transcription: THE WIND BLEW WHITE THE CASEMENT AND WITHIN IT WAS THE LOVELIEST PICTURE A SWEET CHILD LAID ITS MOTHER'S ARMS AND DREW ITS LIFE IN PAUSES FROM THE FOUNTAIN THE WHITE ROUND PART SHADED BY LOOSE TRESSES SOFT AND DARK
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd blˈuː wˈaɪd ðɪ ˈiːzmənt, ænd wɪðˈɪn — ɪt wʌzðə lˈʌvliɪst pˈɪktʃɚ!— ɐ swˈiːt tʃˈaɪld aɪ ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈaɪ ɪn ɪts mˈʌðɚz ˈɑːɹmz, ænd dɹˈuː ɪts lˈaɪf. ɪn pˈɔːzᵻz, fɹʌmðə fˈaʊntɪn,— ðə wˈaɪt ɹˈaʊnd pˈɑːɹt ʃˈeɪdᵻd baɪ lˈuːs tɹˈɛsᵻz, sˈɔft ænd dˈɑːɹk.