text_original: 90 THE MUSIC OF SLEEP What crown of dews and opals Morning wore I knew not, taken in the toils of Sleep; For mine it was the ways profound to keep Where seas of dream break on a phantom shore To mysteries of music evermore.
text_transcription: A THE MUSIC OF SLEEP WHAT CROWN OF DEWS AND OPALS MORNING WORE I KNEW NOT TAKEN IN THE TOILS OF SLEEP FOR MINE IT WAS THE WAYS PROFOUND TO KEEP WHERE SEAS OF DREAM BREAK ON A PHANTOM SHORE TO MYSTERIES OF MUSIC EVERMORE
phonemes: nˈaɪnti ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌv slˈiːp wʌt kɹˈaʊn ʌv dˈuːz ænd ˈoʊpəlz mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wˈɔːɹ aɪ nˈuː nˈɑːt, tˈeɪkən ɪnðə tˈɔɪlz ʌv slˈiːp; fɔːɹ mˈaɪn ɪt wʌzðə wˈeɪz pɹəfˈaʊnd tə kˈiːp wˌɛɹ sˈiːz ʌv dɹˈiːm bɹˈeɪk ˌɔn ɐ fˈæntəm ʃˈɔːɹ tə mˈɪstɚɹiz ʌv mjˈuːzɪk ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ.