text_original: Spring Night The park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world, The drowsy lights along the paths Are dim and pearled. Gold and gleaming the empty streets, Gold and gleaming the misty lake, The mirrored lights like sunken swords, Glimmer and shake.
text_transcription: SPRING NIGHT THE PARK IS FILLED WITH NIGHT AND FOG THE VEILS ARE DRAWN ABOUT THE WORLD THE DROWSY LIGHTS ALONG THE PATH ARE DIM AND PEARLED GOLD AND GLEAMING THE EMPTY STREETS GOLD AND GLEAMING THE MISTY LAKE THE MIRRORED LIGHTS LIKE SUNKEN SWORDS GLIMMER AND SHAKE
phonemes: spɹˈɪŋ nˈaɪt ðə pˈɑːɹk ɪz fˈɪld wɪð nˈaɪt ænd fˈɑːɡ, ðə vˈeɪlz ɑːɹ dɹˈɔːn ɐbˌaʊt ðə wˈɜːld, ðə dɹˈaʊsi lˈaɪts ɐlˈɔŋ ðə pˈæθs ɑːɹ dˈɪm ænd pˈɜːld. ɡˈoʊld ænd ɡlˈiːmɪŋ ðɪ ˈɛmpti stɹˈiːts, ɡˈoʊld ænd ɡlˈiːmɪŋ ðə mˈɪsti lˈeɪk, ðə mˈɪɹɚd lˈaɪts lˈaɪk sˈʌŋkən sˈɔːɹdz, ɡlˈɪmɚɹ ænd ʃˈeɪk.