text_original: The dusk enfolds me, and the year Stands at the western gate. Thy song, the symbol of a tear, Echoes the cry "Too late!"
text_transcription: THE DUSK ENFOLDS ME AND THE YEAR STANDS AT THE WESTERN GATE THY SONG THE SYMBOL OF A TEAR ECHOES THE CRY TOO LATE
phonemes: ðə dˈʌsk ɛnfˈoʊldz mˌiː, ænd ðə jˈɪɹ stˈændz æt ðə wˈɛstɚn ɡˈeɪt. ðˌaɪ sˈɔŋ, ðə sˈɪmbəl əvə tˈɪɹ, ˈɛkoʊz ðə kɹˈaɪ "tˈuː lˈeɪt!"