text_original: WAKING Darkness had stretched its colour, Deep blue across the pane: No cloud to make night duller, No moon with its tarnish stain; But only here and there a star, One sharp point of frosty fire, Hanging infinitely far In mockery of our life and death And all our small desire.
text_transcription: REDKOTEZU DARKNESS HAD STRETCHED ITS COLOR DEEP BLUE ACROSS THE PANE NO CLOUD TO MAKE NIGHT DULLER NO MOON WITH ITS TARNISH STAIN BUT ONLY HERE AND THERE A STAR ONE SHARP POINT OF FROSTY FIRE HANGING INFINITELY FAR IN MOCKERY OF OUR LIFE AND DEATH AND ALL OUR SMALL DESIRE
phonemes: wˈeɪkɪŋ dˈɑːɹknəs hæd stɹˈɛtʃt ɪts kˈʌlɚ, dˈiːp blˈuː əkɹˌɑːs ðə pˈeɪn: nˈoʊ klˈaʊd tə mˌeɪk nˈaɪt dˈʌlɚ, nˈoʊ mˈuːn wɪð ɪts tˈɑːɹnɪʃ stˈeɪn; bˌʌt ˈoʊnli hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ ɐ stˈɑːɹ, wˈʌn ʃˈɑːɹp pˈɔɪnt ʌv fɹˈɔsti fˈaɪɚ, hˈæŋɪŋ ˈɪnfɪnətli fˈɑːɹ ɪn mˈɑːkɚɹi ʌv ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪf ænd dˈɛθ ænd ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ smˈɔːl dɪzˈaɪɚ.