text_original: 44 TIME AND TEARS Ere the bent skies were soft with afternoon, A cloud crept up those arching walls of day And like a pall upon the heavens lay, Casting a shadow on the fields of June.
text_transcription: TIME AND TEARS ERE THE BENT SKIES WERE SOFT WITH AFTERNOON A CLOUD CREPT UP THOSE ARCHING WALLS OF DAY AND LIKE A PALL UPON THE HEAVEN SLEIGH CASTING A SHADOW ON THE FIELDS OF JUNE
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi fˈɔːɹ tˈaɪm ænd tˈɪɹz ˈɛɹ ðə bˈɛnt skˈaɪz wɜː sˈɔft wɪð ˌæftɚnˈuːn, ɐ klˈaʊd kɹˈɛpt ˌʌp ðoʊz ˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ wˈɔːlz ʌv dˈeɪ ænd lˈaɪk ɐ pˈɔːl əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɛvənz lˈeɪ, kˈæstɪŋ ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ɔnðə fˈiːldz ʌv dʒˈuːn.