text_original: Ere on my face there fell a light As of a spectral dawn. 108 moonlight! in tHE PINES It gleamed beyond the barring pine — That shattered silver of the moon — The midnight's asphodels divine On field and woodland strewn.
text_transcription: ERE ON MY FACE THERE FELL A LIGHT AS OF A SPECTRAL DAWN IT GLEAMED BEYOND THE BARRING PINE THAT SHATTERED SILVER OF THE MOON THE MIDNIGHT'S ASPHODELS DIVINE ON FIELD AND WOODLAND STREWN
phonemes: ˈɛɹ ˌɔn maɪ fˈeɪs ðɛɹ fˈɛl ɐ lˈaɪt æz əvə spˈɛktɹəl dˈɔːn. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪt mˈuːnlaɪt! ɪn tˈiː hiː pˈaɪnz ɪt ɡlˈiːmd bᵻjˌɔnd ðə bˈɑːɹɹɪŋ pˈaɪn — ðæt ʃˈæɾɚd sˈɪlvɚɹ ʌvðə mˈuːn — ðə mˈɪdnaɪts ɐsfˈoʊdəlz dᵻvˈaɪn ˌɔn fˈiːld ænd wˈʊdlənd stɹˈuːn.