text_original: From every purple landward hill The banners of the morning fly. But on the headlands, dim and high. The fishing hamlets slumber still.
text_transcription: FROM EVERY PURPLE LANDWARD HILL THE BANNERS OF THE MORNING FLY BUT ON THE HEADLANDS DIM AND HIGH THE FISHING HAMLETS SLUMBER STILL
phonemes: fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi pˈɜːpəl lˈændwɚd hˈɪl ðə bˈænɚz ʌvðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ flˈaɪ. bˌʌt ɔnðə hˈɛdləndz, dˈɪm ænd hˈaɪ. ðə fˈɪʃɪŋ hˈæmlɪts slˈʌmbɚ stˈɪl.