text_original: The herds are far off and the vale is lone ; The mountain mourns upon its purple throne Accepting darkness and resigned to night. The sea is hiding in its veils of grey.
text_transcription: THE HERDS ARE FAR OFF AND THE VALE IS LONE THE MOUNTAIN MOURNS UPON ITS PURPLE THRONE EXCEPTING DARKNESS AND RESIGN TO NIGHT THE SEA IS HIDING IN ITS VALES OF GREY
phonemes: ðə hˈɜːdz ɑːɹ fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf ænd ðə vˈeɪl ɪz lˈoʊn ; ðə mˈaʊntɪn mˈɔːɹnz əpˌɑːn ɪts pˈɜːpəl θɹˈoʊn ɐksˈɛptɪŋ dˈɑːɹknəs ænd ɹɪzˈaɪnd tə nˈaɪt. ðə sˈiː ɪz hˈaɪdɪŋ ɪn ɪts vˈeɪlz ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ.