text_original: I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood.
text_transcription: I STOOD AND WATCHED BY THE WINDOW THE NOISELESS WORK OF THE SKY AND THE SUDDEN FLURRIES OF SNOW BIRDS LIKE BROWN LEAVES WHIRLING BY I THOUGHT OF A MOUND IN SWEET AUBURN WHERE A LITTLE HEADSTONE STOOD HOW THE FLAKES WERE FOLDING IT GENTLY AS DID ROBINS THE BABES IN THE WOOD
phonemes: aɪ stˈʊd ænd wˈɑːtʃt baɪ ðə wˈɪndoʊ ðə nˈɔɪzləs wˈɜːk ʌvðə skˈaɪ, ænd ðə sˈʌdən flˈɜːɹiz ʌv snˈoʊ bˈɜːdz, lˈaɪk bɹˈaʊn lˈiːvz wˈɜːlɪŋ bˈaɪ. aɪ θˈɔːt əvə mˈaʊnd ɪn swˈiːt ˈɔːbɜːn wˌɛɹ ɐ lˈɪɾəl hˈɛdstoʊn stˈʊd; hˌaʊ ðə flˈeɪks wɜː fˈoʊldɪŋ ɪt dʒˈɛntli, æz dˈɪd ɹˈɑːbɪnz ðə bˈeɪbz ɪnðə wˈʊd.