text_original: On they sailed through fields of azure, White was all their furrowed way, Melting in a blue erasure, Melting fast like yesterday; Radiant Hope still steered them hoping, Steered them past the woodlands sloping, Where the doves descend and flutter on an ancient colonnade.
text_transcription: ON THEY SAILED THROUGH FIELDS OF AZURE WHITE WAS ALL THEIR FURROWED WAY MELTING IN A BLUE ERASURE MELTING FAST LIKE YESTERDAY RADIANT HOPE STILL STEERED THEM HOPING STEERED THEM PAST THE WOODLAND SLOPING WHERE THE DOVES DESCEND AND FLUTTER ON AN ANCIENT COLONNADE
phonemes: ˌɔn ðeɪ sˈeɪld θɹuː fˈiːldz ʌv ˈæʒɚ, wˈaɪt wʌz ˈɔːl ðɛɹ fˈɜːɹoʊd wˈeɪ, mˈɛltɪŋ ɪn ɐ blˈuː ɪɹˈeɪʒɚ, mˈɛltɪŋ fˈæst lˈaɪk jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ; ɹˈeɪdiənt hˈoʊp stˈɪl stˈɪɹd ðˌɛm hˈoʊpɪŋ, stˈɪɹd ðˌɛm pˈæst ðə wˈʊdləndz slˈoʊpɪŋ, wˌɛɹ ðə dˈʌvz dᵻsˈɛnd ænd flˈʌɾɚɹ ˌɔn ɐn ˈeɪntʃənt kˈɑːlənˌeɪd.