text_original: For see! like a lurid and living spark The eyes of the tiger shine through the dark.' The wind sighed low like a sick man dying, And the dawn crept silently over the hill.
text_transcription: FOR SEE LIKE A LURID AND LIVING SPARK THE EYES OF THE TIGER SHINED THROUGH THE DARK THE WIND SIGHED LOW LIKE A SICK MAN DYING AND THE DAWN CREPT SILENTLY OVER THE HILL
phonemes: fɔːɹ sˈiː! lˈaɪk ɐ lˈʊɹɹɪd ænd lˈɪvɪŋ spˈɑːɹk ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌvðə tˈaɪɡɚ ʃˈaɪn θɹuː ðə dˈɑːɹk.ðə wˈɪnd sˈaɪd lˈoʊ lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɪk mˈæn dˈaɪɪŋ, ænd ðə dˈɔːn kɹˈɛpt sˈaɪləntli ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɪl.