text_original: The spinner twisted her slender thread As she sat and spun: "The earth and the heavens are mine," she said, "And the moon and sun; Into my web the sunlight goes, And the breath of May, And the crimson life of the new blown rose That was born to day."
text_transcription: THE SPINNER TWISTED HER SLENDER THREAD AS SHE SAT AND SPUN THE EARTH AND THE HEAVENS ARE MINE SHE SAID AND THE MOON AND SUN INTO MY WEP THE SUNLIGHT GOES AND THE BREATH OF MAY AND THE CRIMSON LIFE OF THE NEW BLOWN ROSE THAT WAS BORN TO DAY
phonemes: ðə spˈɪnɚ twˈɪstᵻd hɜː slˈɛndɚ θɹˈɛd æz ʃiː sˈæt ænd spˈʌn: "ðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd ðə hˈɛvənz ɑːɹ mˈaɪn," ʃiː sˈɛd, "ænd ðə mˈuːn ænd sˈʌn; ˌɪntʊ maɪ wˈɛb ðə sˈʌnlaɪt ɡˈoʊz, ænd ðə bɹˈɛθ ʌv mˈeɪ, ænd ðə kɹˈɪmsən lˈaɪf ʌvðə nˈuː blˈoʊn ɹˈoʊz ðæt wʌz bˈɔːɹn tə dˈeɪ."