text_original: "This," she said, "the shelter is, Where, when gay and raven headed, I consented to be his, And our willing hearts were wedded. "Laughing words and peals of mirth, Long are changed to grave endeavor; Sorrow's winds have swept to earth Many a blossomed hope forever.
text_transcription: THIS SHE SAID THE SHELTER IS WHERE WHEN GAY AND RAVEN HEADED I CONSENTED TO BE HIS AND HER WILLING HEARTS WERE WETTED LAUGHING WORDS AND PEALS OF MIRTH LONG ARE CHANGED TO GRAVE ENDEAVOUR SORROW'S WINDS HAVE SWEPT TO EARTH MANY A BLOSSOMED HOPE FOR EVER
phonemes: "ðˈɪs," ʃiː sˈɛd, "ðə ʃˈɛltɚɹ ɪz, wˈɛɹ, wˌɛn ɡˈeɪ ænd ɹˈeɪvən hˈɛdᵻd, aɪ kənsˈɛntᵻd təbi hˈɪz, ænd ˌaʊɚ wˈɪlɪŋ hˈɑːɹts wɜː wˈɛdᵻd. "lˈæfɪŋ wˈɜːdz ænd pˈiːlz ʌv mˈɜːθ, lˈɔŋ ɑːɹ tʃˈeɪndʒd tə ɡɹˈeɪv ɛndˈɛvɚ; sˈɑːɹoʊz wˈɪndz hæv swˈɛpt tʊ ˈɜːθ mˈɛni ɐ blˈɔsəmd hˈoʊp fɚɹˈɛvɚ.