text_original: The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot Far down into the valley's cold extreme, Untimely midnight; spire and roof and stream Like fleeing spectres, shudder and are not.
text_transcription: THE EVEN FALL SO SLOW ON HILLS HAS SHOT FAR DOWN INTO THE VALLEY'S COLD EXTREME UNTIMELY MIDNIGHT SPIRE AND ROOF AND STREAM LIKE FLEEING SPECTRES SHUDDER AND ARE NOT
phonemes: ðɪ ˈiːvənfˌɔːl, sˌoʊ slˈoʊ ˌɔn hˈɪlz, hæθ ʃˈɑːt fˈɑːɹ dˌaʊn ˌɪntʊ ðə vˈælɪz kˈoʊld ɛkstɹˈiːm, ʌntˈaɪmli mˈɪdnaɪt; spˈaɪɚɹ ænd ɹˈuːf ænd stɹˈiːm lˈaɪk flˈiːɪŋ spˈɛktɚz, ʃˈʌdɚɹ ænd ɑːɹ nˈɑːt.