text_original: The wind has shattered silver and gold. Night after night of sparkling cold, Orion lifts his tangled feet From where the tossing branches beat In a fine surf against the sky.
text_transcription: THE WIND HAS SHATTERED SILVER AND GOLD NIGHT AFTER NIGHT OF SPARKLING COLD ORION LIFTS HIS TANGLED FEET FROM WHERE THE TOSSING BRANCHES BEAT IN A FINE SURF AGAINST THE SKY
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd hɐz ʃˈæɾɚd sˈɪlvɚ ænd ɡˈoʊld. nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ nˈaɪt ʌv spˈɑːɹklɪŋ kˈoʊld, ɔɹˈaɪən lˈɪfts hɪz tˈæŋɡəld fˈiːt fɹʌm wˈɛɹ ðə tˈɔsɪŋ bɹˈæntʃᵻz bˈiːt ɪn ɐ fˈaɪn sˈɜːf ɐɡˈɛnst ðə skˈaɪ.