text_original: Soft on the forehead of the hill are cast The fleeting splendors of the afterglow; Where sang the brook the desert lichens grow. Who runs, shall find the feet of Change are fast.
text_transcription: SOFT ON THE FOREHEAD OF THE HILL ARE CAST THE FLEETING SPLENDORS OF THE AFTERGLOW WHERE SANG THE BROOK THE DESERT LICHENS GROW WHO RUNS SHALL FIND THE FEET OF CHANGE A FAST
phonemes: sˈɔft ɔnðə fˈɔːɹhɛd ʌvðə hˈɪl ɑːɹ kˈæst ðə flˈiːɾɪŋ splˈɛndɚz ʌvðɪ ˈæftɚɡlˌoʊ; wˌɛɹ sˈæŋ ðə bɹˈʊk ðə dˈɛzɚt lˈaɪkənz ɡɹˈoʊ. hˌuː ɹˈʌnz, ʃˌæl fˈaɪnd ðə fˈiːt ʌv tʃˈeɪndʒ ɑːɹ fˈæst.