text_original: 61 MORNING TWILIGHT An early thrush acclaims the light — The wide, low billowing day O'er dews and grasses chill with night Upcasts its foam of grey.
text_transcription: YA MORNING TWILIGHT AN EARLY THRUSH ACCLAIMS THE LIGHT THE WHITE LOW BILLOWING DAY OVER DEWS AND GRASSES CHILL WITH NIGHT UPCASTS ITS FOAM OF GREY
phonemes: sˈɪksti wˈʌn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ twˈaɪlaɪt ɐn ˈɜːli θɹˈʌʃ ɐklˈeɪmz ðə lˈaɪt — ðə wˈaɪd, lˈoʊ bˈɪloʊɪŋ dˈeɪ ˈɔːɹ dˈuːz ænd ɡɹˈæsᵻz tʃˈɪl wɪð nˈaɪt ʌpkˈæsts ɪts fˈoʊm ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ.