text_original: Far up, he saw a lonely cloud, Cold purple, like a bruise upon the sky. A restless wind plucked at the parent dust, And all the apes were silent in the grove. And Nila knew his end was near, and felt His soul rise wearily and welcome Death.
text_transcription: FAR UP HE SAW A LONELY CLOUD COLD PURPLE LIKE A BRUISE UPON THE SKY A RESTLESS WIND PLUCKED AT THE PARENT DUST AND ALL THE APES WERE SILENT IN THE GROVE AND NIGH LA KNEW HIS END WAS NEAR AND FELT HIS SOUL RISE WEARILY AND WELCOME DEATH
phonemes: fˈɑːɹ ˈʌp, hiː sˈɔː ɐ lˈoʊnli klˈaʊd, kˈoʊld pˈɜːpəl, lˈaɪk ɐ bɹˈuːz əpˌɑːn ðə skˈaɪ. ɐ ɹˈɛstləs wˈɪnd plˈʌkt æt ðə pˈɛɹənt dˈʌst, ænd ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈeɪps wɜː sˈaɪlənt ɪnðə ɡɹˈoʊv. ænd nˈiːlə nˈuː hɪz ˈɛnd wʌz nˈɪɹ, ænd fˈɛlt hɪz sˈoʊl ɹˈaɪz wˈɪɹili ænd wˈɛlkʌm dˈɛθ.