text_original: The flaming noon Warms, and the spectral mists of evening chill: Thou heedest not, lapt in granitic dreams. Nor hast a glance for setting moon or star.
text_transcription: THE FLAMING NOON WARMS AND THE SPECTRAL MISTS OF EVENING CHILL THOU HEEDEST NOT LAPT IN GRANITIC DREAMS NOR HAST A GLANCE FOR SETTING MOON OR STAR
phonemes: ðə flˈeɪmɪŋ nˈuːn wˈɔːɹmz, ænd ðə spˈɛktɹəl mˈɪsts ʌv ˈiːvnɪŋ tʃˈɪl: ðˈaʊ hˈiːdɪst nˈɑːt, lˈæpt ɪn ɡɹænˈɪɾɪk dɹˈiːmz. nˈɔːɹ hˈeɪst ɐ ɡlˈæns fɔːɹ sˈɛɾɪŋ mˈuːn ɔːɹ stˈɑːɹ.