text_original: The outcry and the anguish of it seem Like echoes on dusk hills  like lights upon The haunted borders of oblivion   Pale will o' wisps of a disordered scheme.
text_transcription: THE OUTCRY AND THE ANGUISH OF IT SEEM LIKE ECHOES ON DUSK HILLS LIKE LIGHTS UPON THE HAUNTED BORDERS OF OBLIVION PALE WILLOW WISPS OF A DISORDERED SCHEME
phonemes: ðɪ ˈaʊtkɹaɪ ænd ðɪ ˈæŋɡwɪʃ ʌv ɪt sˈiːm lˈaɪk ˈɛkoʊz ˌɔn dˈʌsk hˈɪlz lˈaɪk lˈaɪts əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɔːntᵻd bˈɔːɹdɚz ʌv əblˈɪviən pˈeɪl wɪl ˈoʊ wˈɪsps əvə dɪsˈɔːɹdɚd skˈiːm.