text_original: Was not the golden sunset a dear friend? Found I no kindness in the silent moon, And the green trees, whose tops did sway and bend, Low singing evermore their pleasant tune?
text_transcription: WAS NOT THE GOLDEN SUNSET A DEAR FRIEND FOUND I NO KINDNESS IN THE SILENT MOON AND THE GREEN TREES WHOSE TOPS DID SWAY AND BEND LOW SINGING EVERMORE THEIR PLEASANT TUNE
phonemes: wʌz nˌɑːt ðə ɡˈoʊldən sˈʌnsɛt ɐ dˈɪɹ fɹˈɛnd? fˈaʊnd aɪ nˈoʊ kˈaɪndnəs ɪnðə sˈaɪlənt mˈuːn, ænd ðə ɡɹˈiːn tɹˈiːz, hˌuːz tˈɑːps dˈɪd swˈeɪ ænd bˈɛnd, lˈoʊ sˈɪŋɪŋ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ ðɛɹ plˈɛzənt tˈuːn?