text_original: The wind wailed loud, like a madman shrieking, And I said to my heart, 'Oh! vain, vain strife; We cannot forget, and the peace we are seeking Can only be won at the end of life. For see! like a lurid and living spark The eyes of the tiger shine through the dark.'
text_transcription: THE WIND WAILED LOUD LIKE A MADMAN SHRIEKING AND I SAID TO MY HEART OH VAIN VAIN STRIFE WE CANNOT FORGET AND THE PEACE WE ARE SEEKING CAN ONLY BE WON AT THE END OF LIFE FOR SEE LIKE A LURID AND LIVING SPARK THE EYES OF THE TIGER SHINED THROUGH THE DARK
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd wˈeɪld lˈaʊd, lˈaɪk ɐ mˈædmən ʃɹˈiːkɪŋ, ænd aɪ sˈɛd tə maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ˈoʊ! vˈeɪn, vˈeɪn stɹˈaɪf; wiː kænˈɑːt fɚɡˈɛt, ænd ðə pˈiːs wiː ɑːɹ sˈiːkɪŋ kæn ˈoʊnli biː wˈʌn æt ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv lˈaɪf. fɔːɹ sˈiː! lˈaɪk ɐ lˈʊɹɹɪd ænd lˈɪvɪŋ spˈɑːɹk ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌvðə tˈaɪɡɚ ʃˈaɪn θɹuː ðə dˈɑːɹk.