text_original: 21 "THREE SONNET'S OF 'THE NIGHT SKIES ALDEBARAN AT DUSK Thou art the star for which all evening waits — O star of peace, come tenderly and soon! As for the drowsy and enchanted moon, She dreams in silver at the eastern gates Ere yet she brim with light the blue estates Abandoned by the eagles of the noon.
text_transcription: BY GEORGE STERLING DREADFULLY BRIVOXED AT ORK BY SONYA ONE ELDERBARAN AT DUSK THOU ART THE STAR FOR WHICH ALL EVENING WAITS O STAR OF PEACE COME TENDERLY AND SOON AS FOR THE DROWSY AND ENCHANTED MOON SHE DREAMS IN SILVER AT THE EASTERN GATES ERE YET SHE BRIM WITH LIGHT THE BLUE ESTATES ABANDONED BY THE EAGLES OF THE NOON
phonemes: twˈɛnti wˈʌn "θɹˈiː sˈɑːnɪts ʌv ðə nˈaɪt skˈaɪz ˈɔːldɪbˌæɹən æt dˈʌsk ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt ðə stˈɑːɹ fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ ˈɔːl ˈiːvnɪŋ wˈeɪts — ˈoʊ stˈɑːɹ ʌv pˈiːs, kˈʌm tˈɛndɚli ænd sˈuːn! æz fɚðə dɹˈaʊsi ænd ɛntʃˈæntᵻd mˈuːn, ʃiː dɹˈiːmz ɪn sˈɪlvɚɹ æt ðɪ ˈiːstɚn ɡˈeɪts ˈɛɹ jˈɛt ʃiː bɹˈɪm wɪð lˈaɪt ðə blˈuː ᵻstˈeɪts ɐbˈændənd baɪ ðɪ ˈiːɡəlz ʌvðə nˈuːn.