text_original: She saw the laggard twilight come And, chased by rippling wakes of foam, She saw the fisher fleet come home   Brown sails a sheen Against the green With shadows creeping in between! 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 THE LAGGARD TWILIGHT COME AND CHASED BY RIPPLING WAKES OF FOAM SHE SAW THE FISHER FLEET COME HOME BROWN SAILS ASHENE AGAINST THE GREEN WITH SHADOWS CREEPING IN BETWEEN 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 ðə lˈæɡɚd twˈaɪlaɪt kˈʌm ænd, tʃˈeɪst baɪ ɹˈɪplɪŋ wˈeɪks ʌv fˈoʊm, ʃiː sˈɔː ðə fˈɪʃɚ flˈiːt kˈʌm hˈoʊm bɹˈaʊn sˈeɪlz ɐ ʃˈiːn ɐɡˈɛnst ðə ɡɹˈiːn wɪð ʃˈædoʊz kɹˈiːpɪŋ ɪn bᵻtwˈiːn! 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!