text_original: But o'er the dale where Silence stood, With tranquil dews austerely crowned, A wilder glory touched the wood, — A sense of things profound.
text_transcription: BUT OVER THE DALE WHERE SILENCE STOOD WITH TRANQUIL DEWS AUSTERELY CROWNED A WILDER GLORY TOUCHED THE WOOD A SENSE OF THINGS PROFOUND
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈɔːɹ ðə dˈeɪl wˌɛɹ sˈaɪləns stˈʊd, wɪð tɹˈæŋkwɪl dˈuːz ɔːstˈɪɹli kɹˈaʊnd, ɐ wˈaɪldɚ ɡlˈɔːɹi tˈʌtʃt ðə wˈʊd, — ɐ sˈɛns ʌv θˈɪŋz pɹəfˈaʊnd.