text_original: VIII LADY DAY NEAR BIGNOR SOUTH EASTWARD where the waving line of hills Bears up the clouds that speed like passing boats, On one sweet spot which distant sunlight fills A sudden silver haze descends and floats.
text_transcription: NYA LADY DAY NEAR BIGNORE SOUTH EASTWARD WHERE THE WAVING LINE OF HILLS BEARS UP THE CLOUDS THAT SPEED LIKE PASSING BOATS ON ONE SWEET SPOT WHICH DISTANT SUNLIGHT FILLS A SUDDEN SILVER HAZE DESCENDS AND FLOATS
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ˈeɪt lˈeɪdi dˌiːˌeɪwˈaɪ nˌɪɹ bˈɪɡnɚ sˈaʊθ ˈiːstwɚd wˌɛɹ ðə wˈeɪvɪŋ lˈaɪn ʌv hˈɪlz bˈɛɹz ˌʌp ðə klˈaʊdz ðæt spˈiːd lˈaɪk pˈæsɪŋ bˈoʊts, ˌɔn wˈʌn swˈiːt spˈɑːt wˌɪtʃ dˈɪstənt sˈʌnlaɪt fˈɪlz ɐ sˈʌdən sˈɪlvɚ hˈeɪz dᵻsˈɛndz ænd flˈoʊts.