text_original: The heron passes homeward to the mere, The blue mist creeps among the shivering trees, Gold world by world the silent stars appear, And like a blossom blown before the breeze A white moon drifts across the shimmering sky, Mute arbitress of all thy sad, thy rapturous threnody.
text_transcription: THE HERON PASSES HOMEWARD TO THE MERE THE BLUE MIST CREEPS AMONGST THE SHIVERING TREES GOLD WORLD BY WORLD THE SILENT STARS APPEAR AND LIKE A BLOSSOM BLOWN BEFORE THE BREEZE A WHITE MOON DRIFTS ACROSS THE SHIMMERING SKY MUTE ARBITRESS OF ALL THY SAD THY RAPTUROUS THRENITY
phonemes: ðə hˈɛɹən pˈæsᵻz hˈoʊmwɚd tə ðə mˈɪɹ, ðə blˈuː mˈɪst kɹˈiːps ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ tɹˈiːz, ɡˈoʊld wˈɜːld baɪ wˈɜːld ðə sˈaɪlənt stˈɑːɹz ɐpˈɪɹ, ænd lˈaɪk ɐ blˈɔsəm blˈoʊn bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə bɹˈiːz ɐ wˈaɪt mˈuːn dɹˈɪfts əkɹˌɑːs ðə ʃˈɪmɚɹɪŋ skˈaɪ, mjˈuːt ˈɑːɹbɪtɹəs ʌv ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ sˈæd, ðˌaɪ ɹˈæptʃɚɹəs θɹˈɛnədi.