text_original: PRAIRIE Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold Beneath the burnished blue of the sky, A silver white sea lies still and cold, And a bitter wind blows by.
text_transcription: PRAIRIE WHERE YESTERDAY RODE LONG WAVES OF GOLD BENEATH THE BURNISHED BLUE OF THE SKY A SILVER WHITE SEA LIES STILL AND COLD AND THE BITTER WIND BLOWS BY
phonemes: pɹˈɛɹi wˌɛɹ jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ ɹˈoʊld lˈɔŋ wˈeɪvz ʌv ɡˈoʊld bᵻnˌiːθ ðə bˈɜːnɪʃt blˈuː ʌvðə skˈaɪ, ɐ sˈɪlvɚ wˈaɪt sˈiː lˈaɪz stˈɪl ænd kˈoʊld, ænd ɐ bˈɪɾɚ wˈɪnd blˈoʊz bˈaɪ.