text_original: The plummet of the night Sank through the hollow dark that closed us round, A lamp lit globe of space; outside, the sound Of rain drops falling from abysmal height To vast mysterious depths rose faint and far, Like a dull muffled echo from some star Swung, like our own, an orb of tears and light In the unheeding night.
text_transcription: THE PLUMMET OF THE NIGHT SANK THROUGH THE HOLLOW DARK THAT CLOSED US ROUND A LAMP LIT GLOBE OF SPACE OUTSIDE THE SOUND OF RAINDROPS FALLING FROM ABYSMAL HEIGHT TO VAST MYSTERIOUS DEPTH ROSE FAINT AND FAR LIKE A DULL MUFFLED ECHO FROM SOME STAR SWUNG LIKE OUR OWN AN ORB OF TEARS AND BLIGHT IN THE UNHEEDING NIGHT
phonemes: ðə plˈʌmɪt ʌvðə nˈaɪt sˈæŋk θɹuː ðə hˈɑːloʊ dˈɑːɹk ðæt klˈoʊzd ˌʌs ɹˈaʊnd, ɐ lˈæmp lˈɪt ɡlˈoʊb ʌv spˈeɪs; aʊtsˈaɪd, ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv ɹˈeɪn dɹˈɑːps fˈɔːlɪŋ fɹʌm ɐbˈɪsməl hˈaɪt tə vˈæst mɪstˈɪɹiəs dˈɛpθs ɹˈoʊz fˈeɪnt ænd fˈɑːɹ, lˈaɪk ɐ dˈʌl mˈʌfəld ˈɛkoʊ fɹʌm sˌʌm stˈɑːɹ swˈʌŋ, lˈaɪk ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn, ɐn ˈɔːɹb ʌv tˈɪɹz ænd lˈaɪt ɪnðɪ ʌnhˈiːdɪŋ nˈaɪt.