text_original: A dweller for a little in our skies, How still it seems, how tender and remote, Like some old grief that time has rendered small
text_transcription: A DWELLER FOR A LITTLE IN OUR SKIES HOW STILL IT SEEMS HOW TENDER AND REMOTE LIKE SOME OLD GRIEF THAT TIME HAS RENDERED SMALL
phonemes: ɐ dwˈɛlɚ fɚɹə lˈɪɾəl ɪn ˌaʊɚ skˈaɪz, hˌaʊ stˈɪl ɪt sˈiːmz, hˌaʊ tˈɛndɚ ænd ɹᵻmˈoʊt, lˈaɪk sˌʌm ˈoʊld ɡɹˈiːf ðæt tˈaɪm hɐz ɹˈɛndɚd smˈɔːl