text_original: And oft, like some thin fairy thing, The stormy hush amid, I hear his captive trebles ring Beneath the kettle's lid; Or now a harp of elfland string In some dark cranny hid.
text_transcription: AND OFT LIKE SOME THIN FAIRY THING THE STORMY HUSH AMID I HEAR HIS CAPTIVE TRAVELS RING BENEATH THE KETTLE SLID OR NOW A HARP OF ELFIN STRING IN SOME DARK CRANNY HID
phonemes: ænd ˈɔft, lˈaɪk sˌʌm θˈɪn fˈɛɹi θˈɪŋ, ðə stˈɔːɹmi hˈʌʃ ɐmˈɪd, aɪ hˈɪɹ hɪz kˈæptɪv tɹˈɛbəlz ɹˈɪŋ bᵻnˌiːθ ðə kˈɛɾəlz lˈɪd; ɔːɹ nˈaʊ ɐ hˈɑːɹp ʌv ˈɛlflənd stɹˈɪŋ ɪn sˌʌm dˈɑːɹk kɹˈæni hˈɪd.