text_original: what a murmur and motion I hear, As of birds flying near! And the air undersings The light stroke of their wings   And all life that approaches I wait for in fear.
text_transcription: WHAT A MURMUR AND MOTION I HEAR AS OF BIRDS FLYING NEAR AND THE AIR UNDER SINGS THE LIGHT STROKE OF THEIR WINGS AND ALL LIFE THAT APPROACHES I WAIT FOR IN FEAR
phonemes: wˌʌt ɐ mˈɜːmɚ ænd mˈoʊʃən aɪ hˈɪɹ, æz ʌv bˈɜːdz flˈaɪɪŋ nˈɪɹ! ænd ðɪ ˈɛɹ ˌʌndɚsˈɪŋz ðə lˈaɪt stɹˈoʊk ʌv ðɛɹ wˈɪŋz ænd ˈɔːl lˈaɪf ðæt ɐpɹˈoʊtʃᵻz aɪ wˈeɪt fɔːɹ ɪn fˈɪɹ.