text_original: 'Twas hither a youth of dreamy mood, A hundred winters ago, Had wandered over the mighty wood, When the panther's track was fresh on the snow, And keen were the winds that came to stir The long dark boughs of the hemlock fir.
text_transcription: TWAS HITHER A YOUTH OF DREAMY MOOD A HUNDRED WINTERS AGO HAD WANDERED OVER THE MIGHTY WOOD WHEN THE PANTHER'S TRACK WAS FRESH ON THE SNOW AND KEEN WERE THE WINDS THAT CAME TO STIR THE LONG DARK BOUGHS OF THE HEMLOCK FIR
phonemes: twˈɑːz hˈɪðɚɹ ɐ jˈuːθ ʌv dɹˈiːmi mˈuːd, ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd wˈɪntɚz ɐɡˈoʊ, hæd wˈɔndɚd ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈaɪɾi wˈʊd, wˌɛn ðə pˈænθɚz tɹˈæk wʌz fɹˈɛʃ ɔnðə snˈoʊ, ænd kˈiːn wɜː ðə wˈɪndz ðæt kˈeɪm tə stˈɜː ðə lˈɔŋ dˈɑːɹk bˈaʊz ʌvðə hˈɛmlɑːk fˈɜː.