text_original: One night the sun was sinking Behind the Western wave, Dubritius was kneeling Beside St. Cadfan's grave. The Compline chants were over, The twilight almost gone, The youth was startled by a voice Which cried—"My son!
text_transcription: ONE NIGHT THE SUN WAS SINKING BEHIND THE WESTERN WAVE THE BREECHES WAS KNEELING BESIDE SAINT KATHERINE'S GRAVE THE COMPLIANT CHANTS WERE OVER THE TWILIGHT ALMOST GONE THE YOUTH WAS STARTLED BY A VOICE WHICH CRIED MY SON
phonemes: wˈʌn nˈaɪt ðə sˈʌn wʌz sˈɪŋkɪŋ bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə wˈɛstɚn wˈeɪv, dʌbɹˈɪʃəs wʌz nˈiːlɪŋ bᵻsˈaɪd sənt. kˈædfənz ɡɹˈeɪv. ðə kəmplˈaɪn tʃˈænts wɜːɹ ˈoʊvɚ, ðə twˈaɪlaɪt ˈɔːlmoʊst ɡˈɔn, ðə jˈuːθ wʌz stˈɑːɹɾəld baɪ ɐ vˈɔɪs wˌɪtʃ kɹˈaɪd—"maɪ sˈʌn!