text_original: Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day, But here the steeds of Artemis delay At heavenly rivers hidden from the noon, Or quench their starry thirst at cisterns hewn In midnight's deepest sapphire, ere she slay The Bull, and hide the Pleiades' dismay, Or drown Orion in a silver swoon.
text_transcription: THOSE OF THE SUN REAR NOW ON SYRIA'S DAY BUT HERE THE STEEDS OF ARTEMIS DELAY AT HEAVENLY RIVERS HIDDEN FROM THE NOON OR QUENCH THEIR STARRY THIRST AT SISTERN'S HEWN IN MIDNIGHT'S DEEPEST SAPPHIRE ERE SHE SLAY THE BULL AND HIDE THE PLAYARD'S DISMAY OR DROWN ORION IN A SILVER SWOON
phonemes: ðoʊz ʌvðə sˈʌn ɹˈɪɹ nˈaʊ ˌɔn sˈɪɹiəz dˈeɪ, bˌʌt hˈɪɹ ðə stˈiːdz ʌv ˈɑːɹɾɪmˌɪs dᵻlˈeɪ æt hˈɛvənli ɹˈɪvɚz hˈɪdən fɹʌmðə nˈuːn, ɔːɹ kwˈɛntʃ ðɛɹ stˈɑːɹi θˈɜːst æt sˈɪstɚnz hjˈuːn ɪn mˈɪdnaɪts dˈiːpɪst sˈæfaɪɚ, ˈɛɹ ʃiː slˈeɪ ðə bˈʊl, ænd hˈaɪd ðə plˈaɪədiːz dɪsmˈeɪ, ɔːɹ dɹˈaʊn ɔɹˈaɪən ɪn ɐ sˈɪlvɚ swˈuːn.