text_original: Now underneath a blue grey twilight, heaped Beyond the withering snow of the shorn fields Stands rubble of stunted houses; all is reaped And garnered that the golden daylight yields.
text_transcription: NOW UNDERNEATH THE BLUE GRAY TWILIGHT HEAPED BEYOND THE WITHERING SNOW OF THE SHORN FIELDS STANDS RUBBLE OF STUNTED HOUSES ALL IS REAPED AND GARNERED AT THE GOLDEN DAYLIGHT YIELDS
phonemes: nˈaʊ ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ ɐ blˈuː ɡɹˈeɪ twˈaɪlaɪt, hˈiːpt bᵻjˌɔnd ðə wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ snˈoʊ ʌvðə ʃˈɔːɹn fˈiːldz stˈændz ɹˈʌbəl ʌv stˈʌntᵻd hˈaʊzᵻz; ˈɔːl ɪz ɹˈiːpt ænd ɡˈɑːɹnɚd ðætðə ɡˈoʊldən dˈeɪlaɪt jˈiːldz.