text_original: SUPERSTITION In the waste places, in the dreadful night, When the wood whispers like a wandering mind, And silence sits and listens to the wind, Or, 'mid the rocks, to some wild torrent's flight; Bat browed thou wadest with thy wisp of light Among black pools the moon can never find; Or, owlet eyed, thou hootest to the blind Deep darkness from some cave or haunted height.
text_transcription: SUPERSTITION IN THE WASTE PLACES IN THE DREADFUL NIGHT WHEN THE WOOD WHISPERS LIKE A WANDERING MIND AND SILENCE SITS AND LISTENS TO THE WIND OR MID THE ROCKS TO SOME WILD TORRENT'S FLIGHT BAT BROWED THOU WADEST WITH THY WISP OF LIGHT AMONG BLACK POOLS THE MOON CAN NEVER FIND OR OWLET EYED THOU HOOTEST TO THE BLIND DEEP DARKNESS FROM SOME CAVE OR HAUNTED HEIGHT
phonemes: sˈuːpɚstˈɪʃən ɪnðə wˈeɪst plˈeɪsᵻz, ɪnðə dɹˈɛdfəl nˈaɪt, wˌɛn ðə wˈʊd wˈɪspɚz lˈaɪk ɐ wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ mˈaɪnd, ænd sˈaɪləns sˈɪts ænd lˈɪsənz tə ðə wˈɪnd, ɔːɹ, mˈɪd ðə ɹˈɑːks, tə sˌʌm wˈaɪld tˈɔɹənts flˈaɪt; bˈæt bɹˈaʊd ðˈaʊ wˈeɪdɪst wɪð ðˌaɪ wˈɪsp ʌv lˈaɪt ɐmˌʌŋ blˈæk pˈuːlz ðə mˈuːn kæn nˈɛvɚ fˈaɪnd; ɔːɹ, ˈaʊlɪt ˈaɪd, ðˈaʊ hˈuːɾɪst tə ðə blˈaɪnd dˈiːp dˈɑːɹknəs fɹʌm sˌʌm kˈeɪv ɔːɹ hˈɔːntᵻd hˈaɪt.