text_original: The wind wailed low like a woman weeping; Deeper and darker the dense gloom grew. And, oh! for the old, sweet nights of sleeping, When dreams were happy, and love was true. Before the stars from heaven went out In a sudden blackness of dread and doubt.
text_transcription: THE WIND WAILED LOW LIKE A WOMAN WEEPING DEEPER AND DARKER THE DENSE GLOOM GREW AND OH FOR THE O SWEET NIGHTS OF SLEEPING WHEN DREAMS WERE HAPPY AND LOVE WAS TRUE BEFORE THE STARS FROM HEAVEN WENT OUT IN A SUDDEN BLACKNESS OF DREAD AND DOUBT
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd wˈeɪld lˈoʊ lˈaɪk ɐ wˈʊmən wˈiːpɪŋ; dˈiːpɚɹ ænd dˈɑːɹkɚ ðə dˈɛns ɡlˈuːm ɡɹˈuː. ænd, ˈoʊ! fɚðɪ ˈoʊld, swˈiːt nˈaɪts ʌv slˈiːpɪŋ, wˌɛn dɹˈiːmz wɜː hˈæpi, ænd lˈʌv wʌz tɹˈuː. bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə stˈɑːɹz fɹʌm hˈɛvən wɛnt ˈaʊt ɪn ɐ sˈʌdən blˈæknəs ʌv dɹˈɛd ænd dˈaʊt.