text_original: A THRUSH BEFORE DAWN A voice peals in this end of night A phrase of notes resembling stars, Single and spiritual notes of light. What call they at my window bars? The South, the past, the day to be, An ancient infelicity.
text_transcription: A THRUSH BEFORE DAWN A VOICE PEALS IN THIS END OF NIGHT A PHRASE OF NOTES RESEMBLING STARS SINGLE AND SPIRITUAL NOTES OF LIGHT WHAT CALL THEY AT MY WINDOW BARS THE SOUTH THE PAST THE DAY TO BE AN ANCIENT INFERLICITY
phonemes: ɐ θɹˈʌʃ bᵻfˌɔːɹ dˈɔːn ɐ vˈɔɪs pˈiːlz ɪn ðɪs ˈɛnd ʌv nˈaɪt ɐ fɹˈeɪz ʌv nˈoʊts ɹᵻzˈɛmblɪŋ stˈɑːɹz, sˈɪŋɡəl ænd spˈɪɹɪtʃˌuːəl nˈoʊts ʌv lˈaɪt. wˌʌt kˈɔːl ðeɪ æt maɪ wˈɪndoʊ bˈɑːɹz? ðə sˈaʊθ, ðə pˈæst, ðə dˈeɪ tə bˈiː, ɐn ˈeɪntʃənt ɪnfɛlˈɪsᵻɾi.