text_original: IV Shadows are lustral in the iris'd dawn; From a branch on high whence a bird has fled Dew drops tremble and are gone.
text_transcription: SHADOWS ARE LUSTRAL IN THE IRIS DAWN FROM A BRANCH ON HIGH WHENCE A BIRD HAS FLED DEWDROPS TREMBLE AND ARE GONE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹ ʃˈædoʊz ɑːɹ lˈʌstɹəl ɪnðɪ ˈaɪɹɪsd dˈɔːn; fɹʌm ɐ bɹˈæntʃ ˌɔn hˈaɪ wˈɛns ɐ bˈɜːd hɐz flˈɛd dˈuː dɹˈɑːps tɹˈɛmbəl ænd ɑːɹ ɡˈɔn.