text_original: The clink of the shunting engines is sharp and fine, Like savage music striking far off, and there On the great, uplifted blue palace, lights stir and shine Where the glass is domed in the blue, soft air.
text_transcription: THE CLING OF THE SHUNTING ENGINES IS SHARP AND FINE LIKE SAVAGE MUSIC STRIKING FAR OFF AND THERE ON THE GREAT UPLIFTED BLUE PALACE LIGHTS STIR AND SHINE WHERE THE GLASS IS DOMED IN THE BLUE SOFT AIR
phonemes: ðə klˈɪŋk ʌvðə ʃˈʌntɪŋ ˈɛndʒɪnz ɪz ʃˈɑːɹp ænd fˈaɪn, lˈaɪk sˈævɪdʒ mjˈuːzɪk stɹˈaɪkɪŋ fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf, ænd ðɛɹ ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt, ʌplˈɪftᵻd blˈuː pˈælɪs, lˈaɪts stˈɜː ænd ʃˈaɪn wˌɛɹ ðə ɡlˈæs ɪz dˈoʊmd ɪnðə blˈuː, sˈɔft ˈɛɹ.