text_original: And strangely clear, and deeply dyed with light, The trees stood straight against a paling sky, With Venus burning lamp like in the west. I walked alone amid a thousand flowers, That drooped their heads and drowsed beneath the dew, And all my thoughts were quieted to sleep.
text_transcription: AND STRANGELY CLEAR AND DEEPLY DYED WITH LIGHT THE TREES STOOD STRAIGHT AGAINST THE PALING SKY WITH VENUS BURNING LAMP LIKE IN THE WEST I WALKED ALONE AMID A THOUSAND FLOWERS THAT DROOPED THEIR HEADS AND DROWSED BENEATH THE DEW AND ALL MY THOUGHTS WERE QUIETED TO SLEEP
phonemes: ænd stɹˈeɪndʒli klˈɪɹ, ænd dˈiːpli dˈaɪd wɪð lˈaɪt, ðə tɹˈiːz stˈʊd stɹˈeɪt ɐɡˈɛnst ɐ pˈeɪlɪŋ skˈaɪ, wɪð vˈiːnəs bˈɜːnɪŋ lˈæmp lˈaɪk ɪnðə wˈɛst. aɪ wˈɔːkt ɐlˈoʊn ɐmˈɪd ɐ θˈaʊzənd flˈaʊɚz, ðæt dɹˈuːpt ðɛɹ hˈɛdz ænd dɹˈaʊzd bᵻnˌiːθ ðə dˈuː, ænd ˈɔːl maɪ θˈɔːts wɜː kwˈaɪəɾᵻd tə slˈiːp.