text_original: There are mothers  and oh how sadly their eyes On their children's white brows rest! There are youthful lovers  the maiden lies, In a seeming sleep, on the chosen breast; There are fair wan women with moonstruck air, The snow stars flecking their long loose hair.
text_transcription: THEY ARE MOTHERS AND O HOW SADLY THEIR EYES ON THEIR CHILDREN'S WHITE BROWS REST THEY ARE YOUTHFUL LOVERS THE MAIDEN LIES IN A SEEMING SLEEP ON THE CHOSEN BREAST THEY ARE FAIR WHEN WOMEN WITH MOON STRUCK AIR THE SNOW STARS NECKING THEIR LONG LOOSE HAIR
phonemes: ðɛɹˌɑːɹ mˈʌðɚz ænd ˈoʊ hˌaʊ sˈædli ðɛɹ ˈaɪz ˌɔn ðɛɹ tʃˈɪldɹənz wˈaɪt bɹˈaʊz ɹˈɛst! ðɛɹˌɑːɹ jˈuːθfəl lˈʌvɚz ðə mˈeɪdən lˈaɪz, ɪn ɐ sˈiːmɪŋ slˈiːp, ɔnðə tʃˈoʊzən bɹˈɛst; ðɛɹˌɑːɹ fˈɛɹ wˈæn wˈɪmɪn wɪð mˈuːnstɹʌk ˈɛɹ, ðə snˈoʊ stˈɑːɹz flˈɛkɪŋ ðɛɹ lˈɔŋ lˈuːs hˈɛɹ.