text_original: 48 FOR LITTLE THINGS Last night I looked across the hills And through an arch of darkling pine Low swung against a limpid west I saw a young moon shine.
text_transcription: N FOR LITTLE THINGS LAST NIGHT I LOOKED ACROSS THE HILLS AND THROUGH AN ARCH OF DARKLING PINE LOW SWUNG AGAINST A LIMPID WEST I SAW A YOUNG MOONSHINE
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt fɔːɹ lˈɪɾəl θˈɪŋz lˈæst nˈaɪt aɪ lˈʊkt əkɹˌɑːs ðə hˈɪlz ænd θɹuː ɐn ˈɑːɹtʃ ʌv dˈɑːɹklɪŋ pˈaɪn lˈoʊ swˈʌŋ ɐɡˈɛnst ɐ lˈɪmpɪd wˈɛst aɪ sˈɔː ɐ jˈʌŋ mˈuːn ʃˈaɪn.