text_original: Once more ... Within its flawless glass To day reflects that other day, When, under the bracken, on the grass, We who were lovers happily lay And hardly spoke, or framed a thought That was not one with the calm hills And crystal sky.
text_transcription: ONCE MORE WITHIN ITS FLAWLESS GLASS TO DAY REFLECTS THAT OTHER DAY WHEN UNDER THE BRACKEN ON THE GRASS WE WHO WERE LOVERS HAPPILY LAY AND HARDLY SPOKE OR FRAMED A THOUGHT THAT WAS NOT ONE WITH THE CALM HILLS AND CRYSTAL SKY
phonemes: wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ... wɪðˌɪn ɪts flˈɔːləs ɡlˈæs tə dˈeɪ ɹᵻflˈɛkts ðæt ˈʌðɚ dˈeɪ, wˌɛn, ˌʌndɚ ðə bɹˈækən, ɔnðə ɡɹˈæs, wiː hˌuː wɜː lˈʌvɚz hˈæpɪli lˈeɪ ænd hˈɑːɹdli spˈoʊk, ɔːɹ fɹˈeɪmd ɐ θˈɔːt ðæt wʌz nˌɑːt wˈʌn wɪððə kˈɑːm hˈɪlz ænd kɹˈɪstəl skˈaɪ.