text_original: Are these the harvests of her ancient rain Men reap at evening in the scarlet mire, Or where the mountain smokes, a dreadful pyre, Or where the warship drags a bloody stain?
text_transcription: ARE THESE THE HARVESTS OF HER ANCIENT REIGN MEN REAP AT EVENING IN THE SCARLET MIRE OR WHERE THE MOUNTAIN SMOKES A DREADFUL PYRE OR WHERE WARSHIP DRAGS A BLOODY STAIN
phonemes: ɑːɹ ðiːz ðə hˈɑːɹvɪsts ʌv hɜːɹ ˈeɪntʃənt ɹˈeɪn mˈɛn ɹˈiːp æɾ ˈiːvnɪŋ ɪnðə skˈɑːɹlɪt mˈaɪɚ, ɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ðə mˈaʊntɪn smˈoʊks, ɐ dɹˈɛdfəl pˈaɪɚ, ɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɔːɹʃɪp dɹˈæɡz ɐ blˈʌdi stˈeɪn?