text_original: 10; THE EVANESCENT CITY Great on the west, ere darkness crush her domes, Wine red the city of the sunset lies. Below her courts the mournful ocean foams ; Above, no foam of cloud is on the skies.
text_transcription: A THE EVANESCENT CITY GREAT ON THE WEST ERE DARKNESS CRUSH HER DOMES WINE RED THE CITY OF THE SUNSET LIES BELOW HER COURTS THE MOURNFUL OCEAN FOAMS ABOVE NO FOAM OF CLOUD IS ON THE SKIES
phonemes: tˈɛn; ðɪ ˌɛvənˈɛsənt sˈɪɾi ɡɹˈeɪt ɔnðə wˈɛst, ˈɛɹ dˈɑːɹknəs kɹˈʌʃ hɜː dˈoʊmz, wˈaɪn ɹˈɛd ðə sˈɪɾi ʌvðə sˈʌnsɛt lˈaɪz. bᵻlˌoʊ hɜː kˈɔːɹts ðə mˈɔːɹnfəl ˈoʊʃən fˈoʊmz ; əbˈʌv, nˈoʊ fˈoʊm ʌv klˈaʊd ɪz ɔnðə skˈaɪz.