text_original: And as I gazed there blew a wind, Loosed where the sylvan shadows stir, Bringing delight to soul and sense The breath of dying fir.
text_transcription: AND AS I GAZED THERE BLEW A WIND LOOSE WHERE THE SYLVAN SHADOWS STIR BRINGING DELIGHT TO SOUL AND SENSE THE BREATH OF DYING FIR
phonemes: ænd æz aɪ ɡˈeɪzd ðɛɹ blˈuː ɐ wˈɪnd, lˈuːst wˌɛɹ ðə sˈɪlvən ʃˈædoʊz stˈɜː, bɹˈɪŋɪŋ dᵻlˈaɪt tə sˈoʊl ænd sˈɛns ðə bɹˈɛθ ʌv dˈaɪɪŋ fˈɜː.