text_original: And there rose an image from morn to morn Of new bewildering days, Till my heart grew proud, and I thought with scorn Of the peaceful homely ways.
text_transcription: AND THERE ROSE AN IMAGE FROM MORN TO MORN OF NEW BEWILDERING DAYS TILL MY HEART GREW PROUD AND I THOUGHT WITH SCORN OF THE PEACEFUL HOMELY WAYS
phonemes: ænd ðɛɹ ɹˈoʊz ɐn ˈɪmɪdʒ fɹʌm mˈɔːɹn tə mˈɔːɹn ʌv nˈuː bᵻwˈɪldɚɹɪŋ dˈeɪz, tˈɪl maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɡɹˈuː pɹˈaʊd, ænd aɪ θˈɔːt wɪð skˈɔːɹn ʌvðə pˈiːsfəl hˈoʊmli wˈeɪz.