text_original: III The sphinx moth, clothed in downy hues, In woolly whites and fawns and blues, Goes fluttering through the evening dews. Above the nicotiana's blooms' Narcotic horns it waves its plumes, Made drowsy with the drugged perfumes.
text_transcription: THE SPHINX MOTH CLOTHED IN DOWNY HUES IN OULI WIDES AND FAWNS AND BLUES GOES FLUTTERING THROUGH THE EVENING DEWS ABOVE THE NICOTIANA'S BLOOMS NARCOTIC HORNS IT WAVES ITS PLUMES MADE DROWSY WITH THE DRUG PERFUMES
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː ðə sfˈɪŋks mˈɑːθ, klˈoʊðd ɪn dˈaʊni hjˈuːz, ɪn wˈʊli wˈaɪts ænd fˈɔːnz ænd blˈuːz, ɡoʊz flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ θɹuː ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ dˈuːz. əbˌʌv ðə nˌɪkoʊʃiˈɑːnəz blˈuːmz nɑːɹkˈɑːɾɪk hˈɔːɹnz ɪt wˈeɪvz ɪts plˈuːmz, mˌeɪd dɹˈaʊsi wɪððə dɹˈʌɡd pˈɜːfjuːmz.