text_original: 27 THE GULLS I Soft is the sky in the mist kirtled east, Light is abroad on the sea, All of the heaven with silver is fleeced, Holding the sunrise in fee.
text_transcription: N THE GULLS SOFT IS THE SKY IN THE MIST CURDLED EAST LIGHT IS ABROAD ON THE SEA ALL OF THE HEAVEN WITH SILVER IS FLEECED HOLDING THE SUNRISE IN FEE
phonemes: twˈɛnti sˈɛvən ðə ɡˈʌlz aɪ sˈɔft ɪz ðə skˈaɪ ɪnðə mˈɪst kˈɜːɾəld ˈiːst, lˈaɪt ɪz ɐbɹˈɔːd ɔnðə sˈiː, ˈɔːl ʌvðə hˈɛvən wɪð sˈɪlvɚɹ ɪz flˈiːst, hˈoʊldɪŋ ðə sˈʌnɹaɪz ɪn fˈiː.