text_original: Here, looking forth before the first faint cry Of mother bird, fluttering a drowsy wing Above her brood, awakes the full voiced choir, Ere yet the morning tips the hills with fire, And turns the drapery of the east to gold, My wondering eyes the opening heavens behold, Where far within deep calleth unto deep, And the whole world stands hushed and worshipping.
text_transcription: HERE LOOKING FORTH BEFORE THE FIRST FAINT CRY OF MOTHER BIRD FLUTTERING A DROWSY WING ABOVE HER BRUTE AWAKES THE FULL VOICED CHOIR ERE YET THE MORNING TIPS THE HILLS WITH FIRE AND TURNS THE DRAPERY OF THE EAST TO GOLD MY WANDERING EYES THE OPENING HEAVENS BEHOLD WHERE FAR WITHIN DEEP CALLETH UNTO DEEP AND THE WHOLE WORLD STANDS HUSHED AND WORSHIPPING
phonemes: hˈɪɹ, lˈʊkɪŋ fˈɔːɹθ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə fˈɜːst fˈeɪnt kɹˈaɪ ʌv mˈʌðɚ bˈɜːd, flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ ɐ dɹˈaʊsi wˈɪŋ əbˌʌv hɜː bɹˈuːd, ɐwˈeɪks ðə fˈʊl vˈɔɪst kwˈaɪɚ, ˈɛɹ jˈɛt ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ tˈɪps ðə hˈɪlz wɪð fˈaɪɚ, ænd tˈɜːnz ðə dɹˈeɪpɚɹi ʌvðɪ ˈiːst tə ɡˈoʊld, maɪ wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ ˈaɪz ðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ hˈɛvənz bᵻhˈoʊld, wˌɛɹ fˈɑːɹ wɪðˌɪn dˈiːp kˈɔːləθ ˌʌntʊ dˈiːp, ænd ðə hˈoʊl wˈɜːld stˈændz hˈʌʃt ænd wˈɜːʃɪpɪŋ.