text_original: II When night has dulled the lily's white, And opened wide the primrose eyes; When pale mists rise and veil the skies, And 'round the height in whispering flight The night wind sounds and sighs; Then in the woods again it cries, The owlet cries; A shivering voice that calls in fright, In maundering fright: "Who is it, who is it, who?
text_transcription: TWO WHEN NIGHT HAS DULLED THE LILY'S WHITE AND OPENED WIDE THE PRIMROSE EYES WHEN PALE MISTS RISE AND VEIL THE SKIES AND ROUND THE HEIGHT IN WHISPERING FLIGHT THE NIGHT WIND SOUNDS AND SIGHS THEN IN THE WOODS AGAIN IT CRIES THE OWL THAT CRIES A SHIVERING VOICE THAT CALLS IN FRIGHT IN MAUNDERING FRIGHT WHO IS IT WHO IS IT WHO
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː wɛn nˈaɪt hɐz dˈʌld ðə lˈɪliz wˈaɪt, ænd ˈoʊpənd wˈaɪd ðə pɹˈɪmɹoʊz ˈaɪz; wˌɛn pˈeɪl mˈɪsts ɹˈaɪz ænd vˈeɪl ðə skˈaɪz, ænd ɹˈaʊnd ðə hˈaɪt ɪn wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ flˈaɪt ðə nˈaɪt wˈɪnd sˈaʊndz ænd sˈaɪz; ðˈɛn ɪnðə wˈʊdz ɐɡˈɛn ɪt kɹˈaɪz, ðɪ ˈaʊlɪt kɹˈaɪz; ɐ ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ vˈɔɪs ðæt kˈɔːlz ɪn fɹˈaɪt, ɪn mˈɔːndɚɹɪŋ fɹˈaɪt: "hˈuː ɪz ɪt, hˈuː ɪz ɪt, hˈuː?