text_original: THE SLUMBER ANGEL When day is ended, and grey twilight flies On silent wings across the tired land, The slumber angel cometh from the skies   The slumber angel of the peaceful eyes, And with the scarlet poppies in his hand.
text_transcription: THE SLUMBER ANGEL WHEN DAY IS ENDED AND GREAT TWILIGHT FLIES ON SILENT WINGS ACROSS THE TIRED LAND THE SLUMBER ANGEL COMETH FROM THE SKIES THE SLUMBER ANGEL OF THE PEACEFUL EYES AND WITH THE SCARLET POPPIES IN HIS HAND
phonemes: ðə slˈʌmbɚɹ ˈeɪndʒəl wɛn dˈeɪ ɪz ˈɛndᵻd, ænd ɡɹˈeɪ twˈaɪlaɪt flˈaɪz ˌɔn sˈaɪlənt wˈɪŋz əkɹˌɑːs ðə tˈaɪɚd lˈænd, ðə slˈʌmbɚɹ ˈeɪndʒəl kˈʌməθ fɹʌmðə skˈaɪz ðə slˈʌmbɚɹ ˈeɪndʒəl ʌvðə pˈiːsfəl ˈaɪz, ænd wɪððə skˈɑːɹlɪt pˈɑːpɪz ɪn hɪz hˈænd.