text_original: The clouds go down the sky with a wealthy ease Casting a shadow of scorn upon me for my share in death; but I Hold my own in the midst of them, darkling, defy The whole of the day to extinguish the shadow I lift on the breeze.
text_transcription: THE CLOUDS GO DOWN THE SKY WITH A WEALTHY EASE CASTING A SHADOW OF SCORN UPON ME FOR MY SHARE IN DEATH BUT I HOLD MY OWN IN THE MIDST OF THEM DARKLING DEFY THE WHOLE OF THE DAY TO EXTINGUISH THE SHADOW I LIFT ON THE BREEZE
phonemes: ðə klˈaʊdz ɡˌoʊ dˌaʊn ðə skˈaɪ wɪð ɐ wˈɛlθi ˈiːz kˈæstɪŋ ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ʌv skˈɔːɹn əpˌɑːn mˌiː fɔːɹ maɪ ʃˈɛɹ ɪn dˈɛθ; bˌʌt aɪ hˈoʊld maɪ ˈoʊn ɪnðə mˈɪdst ʌv ðˌɛm, dˈɑːɹklɪŋ, dᵻfˈaɪ ðə hˈoʊl ʌvðə dˈeɪ tʊ ɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃ ðə ʃˈædoʊ aɪ lˈɪft ɔnðə bɹˈiːz.