text_original: Along the hard highway I travelled And saw, with dim vision, how soon The morning's gold locks were unravelled, By fingers of amorous noon.
text_transcription: ALONG THE HARD HIGHWAY I TRAVELED AND SAW WITH DIM VISION HOW SOON THE MORNING'S GOLD LOCKS WERE UNRAVELLED BY FINGERS OF AMOROUS NOON
phonemes: ɐlˈɔŋ ðə hˈɑːɹd hˈaɪweɪ aɪ tɹˈævəld ænd sˈɔː, wɪð dˈɪm vˈɪʒən, hˌaʊ sˈuːn ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋz ɡˈoʊld lˈɑːks wɜːɹ ʌnɹˈævəld, baɪ fˈɪŋɡɚz ʌv ˈæmɚɹəs nˈuːn.