text_original: She saw, when it was evening, all Day's banners stream in crimson rout Till night's soft finger blurred them out, And, high and far, A perfect star Shone where the keys of heaven are!
text_transcription: SHE SAW WHEN IT WAS EVENING ALL DAY'S BANNERS STREAM IN CRIMSON ROUT TILL NIGHT'S SOFT FINGER BLURRED THEM OUT AND HIGH AND FAR A PERFECT STAR SHONE WHERE THE KEYS OF HEAVEN ARE
phonemes: ʃiː sˈɔː, wˌɛn ɪt wʌz ˈiːvnɪŋ, ˈɔːl dˈeɪz bˈænɚz stɹˈiːm ɪn kɹˈɪmsən ɹˈaʊt tˈɪl nˈaɪts sˈɔft fˈɪŋɡɚ blˈɜːd ðˌɛm ˈaʊt, ænd, hˈaɪ ænd fˈɑːɹ, ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt stˈɑːɹ ʃˈɑːn wˌɛɹ ðə kˈiːz ʌv hˈɛvən ɑːɹ!