text_original: Mute, ere the darkness could forget The crystal hour of evening's trance, I felt the little winds that set The mirrored stars a dance.
text_transcription: MUTE EAGER DARKNESS COULD FORGET THE CRYSTAL HOUR OF EVENING'S TRANCE I FELT THE LITTLE WINDS THAT SET THE MIRRORED STARS A DANCE
phonemes: mjˈuːt, ˈɛɹ ðə dˈɑːɹknəs kʊd fɚɡˈɛt ðə kɹˈɪstəl ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv ˈiːvnɪŋz tɹˈæns, aɪ fˈɛlt ðə lˈɪɾəl wˈɪndz ðæt sˈɛt ðə mˈɪɹɚd stˈɑːɹz ɐ dˈæns.