text_original: So the trance ended, and we grew Restless, we knew not how or why; And there were sudden gusts that blew Our dreaming banners into storm; We wore the uncertain crumbling form Of a brown swirl of windy leaves, A phantom shape that stirs and heaves Shuddering from earth, to fall again With a dry whisper of withered rain.
text_transcription: SO THE TRANCE ENDED AND WE GREW RESTLESS WE KNEW NOT HOW OR WHY AND THERE WERE SUDDEN GUSTS THAT BLEW OUR DREAMING BANNERS INTO STORM WE WORE IT THE UNCERTAIN CRUMBLING FORM OF A BROWN SWIRL OF WINDY LEAVES A PHANTOM SHAPE THAT STIRS AND HEAVES SHUDDERING FROM EARTH TO FALL AGAIN WITH A DRY WHISPER OF WITHERED RAIN
phonemes: sˌoʊ ðə tɹˈæns ˈɛndᵻd, ænd wiː ɡɹˈuː ɹˈɛstləs, wiː nˈuː nˌɑːt hˌaʊ ɔːɹ wˈaɪ; ænd ðɛɹwˌɜː sˈʌdən ɡˈʌsts ðæt blˈuː ˌaʊɚ dɹˈiːmɪŋ bˈænɚz ˌɪntʊ stˈɔːɹm; wiː wˈɔːɹ ðɪ ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ kɹˈʌmblɪŋ fˈɔːɹm əvə bɹˈaʊn swˈɜːl ʌv wˈɪndi lˈiːvz, ɐ fˈæntəm ʃˈeɪp ðæt stˈɜːz ænd hˈiːvz ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ fɹʌm ˈɜːθ, tə fˈɔːl ɐɡˈɛn wɪð ɐ dɹˈaɪ wˈɪspɚɹ ʌv wˈɪðɚd ɹˈeɪn.