text_original: Through days and nights that follow The hidden mill wheel strains; In the midnight's windy hollow I hear the roar of trains. And still the day fulfilleth, And still the night goes round, And the guest hall boometh and shrilleth, With the dance's mocking sound.
text_transcription: THROUGH DAYS AND NIGHTS THAT FOLLOW THE HIDDEN MILL WHEEL STRAINS IN THE MIDNIGHT'S WINDY HOLLOW I HEAR THE ROAR OF TRAINS AND STILL THE DAY FULFILLETH AND STILL THE NIGHT GOES ROUND AND THE GUEST HALL BOOMETH AND SHRILLETH WITH THE DANCER'S MOCKING SOUND
phonemes: θɹuː dˈeɪz ænd nˈaɪts ðæt fˈɑːloʊ ðə hˈɪdən mˈɪl wˈiːl stɹˈeɪnz; ɪnðə mˈɪdnaɪts wˈɪndi hˈɑːloʊ aɪ hˈɪɹ ðə ɹˈɔːɹ ʌv tɹˈeɪnz. ænd stˈɪl ðə dˈeɪ fʊlfˈɪləθ, ænd stˈɪl ðə nˈaɪt ɡoʊz ɹˈaʊnd, ænd ðə ɡˈɛst hˈɔːl bˈuːməθ ænd ʃɹˈɪləθ, wɪððə dˈænsᵻz mˈɑːkɪŋ sˈaʊnd.