text_original: 171 WITH FAINT STARS THINLY SOWN. I LOOK into that tender blue, With faint stars thinly sown ; I travel on through great plains new, Yet do not feel alone. That tender blue, — I watch and stand, And I am safe, I know ; It arches down on either hand. And holds me as I go.
text_transcription: WITH FAINT STARS THINLY SOWN I LOOK INTO THAT TENDER BLUE WITH FAINT STARS THINLY SOWN I TRAVEL ON THROUGH GREAT PLAINS NEW YET DO NOT FEEL ALONE THAT TENDER BLUE I WATCH AND STAND AND I AM SAFE I KNOW IT ARCHES DOWN ON EITHER HAND AND HOLDS ME AS I GO
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti wˈʌn wɪð fˈeɪnt stˈɑːɹz θˈɪnli sˈoʊn. aɪ lˈʊk ˌɪntʊ ðæt tˈɛndɚ blˈuː, wɪð fˈeɪnt stˈɑːɹz θˈɪnli sˈoʊn ; aɪ tɹˈævəl ˌɔn θɹuː ɡɹˈeɪt plˈeɪnz nˈuː, jˈɛt duːnˌɑːt fˈiːl ɐlˈoʊn. ðæt tˈɛndɚ blˈuː, — aɪ wˈɑːtʃ ænd stˈænd, ænd aɪɐm sˈeɪf, aɪ nˈoʊ ; ɪɾ ˈɑːɹtʃᵻz dˌaʊn ˌɔn ˈiːðɚ hˈænd. ænd hˈoʊldz mˌiː æz aɪ ɡˈoʊ.