text_original: On they passed through golden hazes, Watching distant peaks of snow, On through shadowed island mazes, Where the dreamy spices blow; Till the moon herself was setting, And the dew fell fast and wetting, And the silver masts no image on the blackening waves displayed.
text_transcription: ON THEY PASSED THROUGH GOLDEN HAZES WATCHING DISTANT PEAKS OF SNOW ON THROUGH SHADOWED ISLAND MAZES WHERE THE DREAMY SPICES BLOW TILL THE MOON HERSELF WAS SETTING AND THE DEW FELL FAST AND WETTING AND THE SILVER MASTS NO IMAGE ON THE BLACKENING WAVES DISPLAYED
phonemes: ˌɔn ðeɪ pˈæst θɹuː ɡˈoʊldən hˈeɪzᵻz, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ dˈɪstənt pˈiːks ʌv snˈoʊ, ˌɔn θɹuː ʃˈædoʊd ˈaɪlənd mˈeɪzᵻz, wˌɛɹ ðə dɹˈiːmi spˈaɪsᵻz blˈoʊ; tˈɪl ðə mˈuːn hɜːsˈɛlf wʌz sˈɛɾɪŋ, ænd ðə dˈuː fˈɛl fˈæst ænd wˈɛɾɪŋ, ænd ðə sˈɪlvɚ mˈæsts nˈoʊ ˈɪmɪdʒ ɔnðə blˈækənɪŋ wˈeɪvz dɪsplˈeɪd.