text_original: Dim lamps like yellow poppies glimmer among The shadowy stubble of the under dusk, As farther off the scythe of night is swung, And little stars come rolling from their husk.
text_transcription: DIM LAMPS LIKE YELLOW POPPIES GLIMMER AMONG THE SHADOWY STUBBLE OF THE UNDER DUSK AS FARTHER OFF THE SCYTHE OF NIGHT IS SWUNG AND LITTLE STARS COME ROLLING FROM THEIR HUSK
phonemes: dˈɪm lˈæmps lˈaɪk jˈɛloʊ pˈɑːpɪz ɡlˈɪmɚɹ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ʃˈædoʊi stˈʌbəl ʌvðɪ ˌʌndɚ dˈʌsk, æz fˈɑːɹðɚɹ ˈɔf ðə sˈaɪð ʌv nˈaɪt ɪz swˈʌŋ, ænd lˈɪɾəl stˈɑːɹz kˈʌm ɹˈoʊlɪŋ fɹʌm ðɛɹ hˈʌsk.