text_original: And to loiter and stray through the summer day, Till the sun begins to dip ; ** And the fire at night, that flings its light On the tall stems wan and bare, When the shadows press near, but shrink in fear, Like ghosts, from the ruddy glare ; 72 ** And better to wed in the mystic glade, Where the dawn comes creeping through, And the fern is laid, and the bed is made.
text_transcription: AND TO LOITER AND STRAY THROUGH THE SUMMER DAY TILL THE SUN BEGINS TO DIP AND THE FIRE AT NIGHT THAT FLINGS ITS LIGHT ON THE TALL STEMS WAN AND BARE WHEN THE SHADOWS PRESS NEAR BUT SHRINK IN FEAR LIKE GHOSTS FROM THE RUDDY GLARE AND BETTER TO WED IN THE MYSTIC GLADE WHERE THE DAWN COMES CREEPING THROUGH AND THE FERN IS LAID AND THE BED IS MADE
phonemes: ænd tə lˈɔɪɾɚ ænd stɹˈeɪ θɹuː ðə sˈʌmɚ dˈeɪ, tˈɪl ðə sˈʌn bɪɡˈɪnz tə dˈɪp ; ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk ænd ðə fˈaɪɚɹ æt nˈaɪt, ðæt flˈɪŋz ɪts lˈaɪt ɔnðə tˈɔːl stˈɛmz wˈæn ænd bˈɛɹ, wˌɛn ðə ʃˈædoʊz pɹˈɛs nˈɪɹ, bˌʌt ʃɹˈɪŋk ɪn fˈɪɹ, lˈaɪk ɡˈoʊsts, fɹʌmðə ɹˈʌdi ɡlˈɛɹ ; sˈɛvənti tˈuː ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk ænd bˈɛɾɚ tə wˈɛd ɪnðə mˈɪstɪk ɡlˈeɪd, wˌɛɹ ðə dˈɔːn kˈʌmz kɹˈiːpɪŋ θɹˈuː, ænd ðə fˈɜːn ɪz lˈeɪd, ænd ðə bˈɛd ɪz mˈeɪd.