text_original: And the sky where clouds have parted Is a bowl of amber wine ! Sweet, its cradle lilt partaking, Dreams that hover o'er the sea, But the lyric of its waking Is a sweeter thing to me!
text_transcription: AND THE SKY WHERE CLOUDS HAVE PARTED IS A BOWL OF AMBER WINE SWEET ITS CRADLE LILT PARTAKING DREAMS THAT HOVER O'ER THE SEA BUT THE LYRIC OF ITS WAKING IS A SWEETER THING TO ME
phonemes: ænd ðə skˈaɪ wˌɛɹ klˈaʊdz hæv pˈɑːɹɾᵻd ɪz ɐ bˈoʊl ʌv ˈæmbɚ wˈaɪn ! swˈiːt, ɪts kɹˈeɪdəl lˈɪlt pɑːɹtˈeɪkɪŋ, dɹˈiːmz ðæt hˈʌvɚɹ ˈɔːɹ ðə sˈiː, bˌʌt ðə lˈɪɹɪk ʌv ɪts wˈeɪkɪŋ ɪz ɐ swˈiːɾɚ θˈɪŋ tə mˌiː!