text_original: A queen should never dream on summer eves, When hovering spells are heavy in the dusk:   I think no night was ever quite so still, So smoothly lit with red along the west, So deeply hushed with quiet through and through.
text_transcription: A QUEEN SHOULD NEVER DREAM ON SUMMER EVES WHEN HOVERING SPELLS ARE HEAVY IN THE DUSK I THINK NO NIGHT WAS EVER QUITE SO STILL SO SMOOTHLY LIT WITH RED ALONG THE WEST SO DEEPLY HUSHED WITH QUIET THROUGH AND THROUGH
phonemes: ɐ kwˈiːn ʃˌʊd nˈɛvɚ dɹˈiːm ˌɔn sˈʌmɚɹ ˈiːvz, wˌɛn hˈʌvɚɹɪŋ spˈɛlz ɑːɹ hˈɛvi ɪnðə dˈʌsk:   aɪ θˈɪŋk nˈoʊ nˈaɪt wʌz ˈɛvɚ kwˈaɪt sˌoʊ stˈɪl, sˌoʊ smˈuːðli lˈɪt wɪð ɹˈɛd ɐlˈɔŋ ðə wˈɛst, sˌoʊ dˈiːpli hˈʌʃt wɪð kwˈaɪət θɹuː ænd θɹˈuː.