text_original: GREY EVENING WHEN you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of turrets and of red thorn bowers, And skies of gold, and ladies in bright tissue?
text_transcription: GREY EVENING WHEN YOU WENT HOW WAS IT YOU CARRIED WITH YOU MY MISSILE BOOK OF FINE FLAMBOYANT HOURS MY BOOK OF TURRETS AND OF RED THORN BOWERS AND SKIES OF GOLD AND LADIES IN BRIGHT TISSUE
phonemes: ɡɹˈeɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ wɛn juː wˈɛnt, hˌaʊ wʌz ɪt juː kˈæɹid wɪð juː maɪ mˈɪsəl bˈʊk ʌv fˈaɪn, flˈæmbɔɪənt ˈaʊɚz? maɪ bˈʊk ʌv tˈɜːɹɪts ænd ʌv ɹˈɛd θˈɔːɹn bˈaʊɚz, ænd skˈaɪz ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ænd lˈeɪdiz ɪn bɹˈaɪt tˈɪʃuː?