text_original: 62 MORNING tWILIGWr Hark how, as here we stand the wards Of woodlands newly green, The pine's innumerable chords Are touched by hands unseen!
text_transcription: HARK HOW AS HERE WE STAND THE WARDS OF WOODLANDS NEWLY GREEN THE PINES INNUMERABLE COURTS ARE TOUCHED BY HANDS UNSEEN
phonemes: sˈɪksti tˈuː mˈɔːɹnɪŋ tˈiː wˈɪlɪɡˌʊɚ hˈɑːɹk hˈaʊ, æz hˈɪɹ wiː stˈænd ðə wˈɔːɹdz ʌv wˈʊdləndz nˈuːli ɡɹˈiːn, ðə pˈaɪnz ɪnˈuːmɚɹəbəl kˈɔːɹdz ɑːɹ tˈʌtʃt baɪ hˈændz ʌnsˈiːn!