text_original: 54 THE TRYST Then, as the sun was low, and smouldering clouds Made an effulgent transept of the west, I came to those three headstones.
text_transcription: R THEN AS THE SUN WAS LOW AND SMOULDERING CLOUDS MADE AN EFFULGENT TRANCEPT OF THE WEST I CAME TO THOSE THREE HEADSTONES
phonemes: fˈɪfti fˈɔːɹ ðə tɹˈɪst ðˈɛn, æz ðə sˈʌn wʌz lˈoʊ, ænd smˈoʊldɚɹɪŋ klˈaʊdz mˌeɪd ɐn ɪfˈʌldʒənt tɹænsˈɛpt ʌvðə wˈɛst, aɪ kˈeɪm tə ðoʊz θɹˈiː hˈɛdstoʊnz.