text_original: 76 THE FAUN Now in the noontide peace I lie Where waving grass is green, With bosom open to the sky And not a cloud between; At dawn, one cast from out the blue A shadow on my lanes, Then vanished with the dwindling dew And not a wisp remains.
text_transcription: THE FAWN NOW IN THE NOONTIDE PEACE I LIE WHERE WAVING GRASS IS GREEN WITH BOSOM OPEN TO THE SKY AND NOT A CLOUD BETWEEN AT DAWN ONE CAST FROM OUT THE BLUE A SHADOW ON MY LANES THEN VANISHED WITH THE DWINDLING DEW AND NOT A WISP REMAINS
phonemes: sˈɛvənti sˈɪks ðə fˈɔːn nˈaʊ ɪnðə nˈuːntaɪd pˈiːs aɪ lˈaɪ wˌɛɹ wˈeɪvɪŋ ɡɹˈæs ɪz ɡɹˈiːn, wɪð bˈʊzəm ˈoʊpən tə ðə skˈaɪ ænd nˌɑːɾə klˈaʊd bᵻtwˈiːn; æt dˈɔːn, wˈʌn kˈæst fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə blˈuː ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ˌɔn maɪ lˈeɪnz, ðˈɛn vˈænɪʃt wɪððə dwˈɪndlɪŋ dˈuː ænd nˌɑːɾə wˈɪsp ɹᵻmˈeɪnz.