text_original: But an undertone rose thro' the chords like a wail, 'Twas thy elegy mourning thee deep in the sound, Soon, soon did that something of sadness prevail, And the minors commingled and fell to the ground.
text_transcription: BUT AN UNDERTONE ROSE THROUGH THE COURTS LIKE A WAIL TWAS THY ELEGY MOURNING THEE DEEP IN THE SOUND SOON SOON DID THAT SOMETHING OF SADNESS PREVAIL AND THE MINERS COMMINGLED AND FELL TO THE GROUND
phonemes: bˌʌt ɐn ˌʌndɚtˈoʊn ɹˈoʊz θɹˈoʊ ðə kˈɔːɹdz lˈaɪk ɐ wˈeɪl, twˈɑːz ðˌaɪ ˈɛlɪdʒi mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ðiː dˈiːp ɪnðə sˈaʊnd, sˈuːn, sˈuːn dˈɪd ðæt sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌv sˈædnəs pɹɪvˈeɪl, ænd ðə mˈaɪnɚz koʊmˈɪŋɡəld ænd fˈɛl tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.