text_original: Cowards! At the high window overhead They stood and trembled, while I plead and prayed: "I am your child, Ginevra. Let me in! I am not dead. In mercy, let me in!" "The holy saints forbid!" declared my sire. My mother sobbed and vowed whole pounds of wax To St. Eustachio, would he but remove This fearful presence from her door. Then sharp Came click of lock, and a long tube was thrust From out the window, and my brother cried, "Spirit or devil, go! or else I fire!"
text_transcription: COWARDS AT THE HIGH WINDOW OVERHEAD THEY STOOD AND TREMBLED WHILE I PLED AND PRAYED I AM YOUR CHILD GENEVRA LET ME IN I AM NOT DEAD IN MERCY LET ME IN THE HOLY SAINTS FORBID DECLARED MY SIRE MY MOTHER SOBBED AND VOWED WHOLE POUNDS OF WAX TO SENDESTATIO WOULD HE BUT REMOVE THIS FEARFUL PRESENTS FROM HER DOOR THEN SHARP CAME CLICK OF LUCK AND THE LONG TUBE WAS THRUST FROM OUT THE WINDOW AND MY BROTHER CRIED SPIRIT OR DEVIL GO OR ELSE I FIRE
phonemes: kˈaʊɚdz! æt ðə hˈaɪ wˈɪndoʊ ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd ðeɪ stˈʊd ænd tɹˈɛmbəld, wˌaɪl aɪ plˈiːd ænd pɹˈeɪd: "aɪɐm jʊɹ tʃˈaɪld, dʒˈɪnɛvɹə. lˈɛt mˌiː ˈɪn! aɪɐm nˌɑːt dˈɛd. ɪn mˈɜːsi, lˈɛt mˌiː ˈɪn!" "ðə hˈoʊli sˈeɪnts fɚbˈɪd!" dᵻklˈɛɹd maɪ sˈaɪɚ. maɪ mˈʌðɚ sˈɑːbd ænd vˈaʊd hˈoʊl pˈaʊndz ʌv wˈæks tə sənt. juːstˈæʃɪˌoʊ, wʊd hiː bˌʌt ɹᵻmˈuːv ðɪs fˈɪɹfəl pɹˈɛzəns fɹʌm hɜː dˈɔːɹ. ðˈɛn ʃˈɑːɹp kˈeɪm klˈɪk ʌv lˈɑːk, ænd ɐ lˈɔŋ tˈuːb wʌz θɹˈʌst fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə wˈɪndoʊ, ænd maɪ bɹˈʌðɚ kɹˈaɪd, "spˈɪɹɪt ɔːɹ dˈɛvəl, ɡˈoʊ! ɔːɹ ˈɛls aɪ fˈaɪɚ!"