text_original: The clouds go forth on seas without a port ; Back unto Earth, its mother, sinks the leaf. Lone are the days and short That hold at heart this ecstasy and grief.
text_transcription: THE CLOUDS GO FORTH ON SEAS WITHOUT A PORT BACK UNTO EARTH ITS MOTHER SINKS THE LEAF LONE ARE THE DAYS AND SHORT THAT HOLD AT HEART THIS ECSTASY AND GRIEF
phonemes: ðə klˈaʊdz ɡˌoʊ fˈɔːɹθ ˌɔn sˈiːz wɪðˌaʊt ɐ pˈɔːɹt ; bˈæk ˌʌntʊ ˈɜːθ, ɪts mˈʌðɚ, sˈɪŋks ðə lˈiːf. lˈoʊn ɑːɹ ðə dˈeɪz ænd ʃˈɔːɹt ðæt hˈoʊld æt hˈɑːɹt ðɪs ˈɛkstəsi ænd ɡɹˈiːf.