text_original: The cypress trees, Drenched in the milk o' the moon, conspirant seem. 72 AN AL'TJR OF tHE IVES'T The surf a chant of giants heard afar, While seaward gleam The lamps of Lyra and the evening star.
text_transcription: THE CYPRESS TREES DRENCHED IN THE MILK OF THE MOON CONSPIRING SEAM TO SERVE A CHAND OF GIANTS HEARD AFAR WHILE SEAWARD GLEAM THE LAMPS OF LYRA AND THE EVENING STAR
phonemes: ðə sˈaɪpɹəs tɹˈiːz, dɹˈɛntʃt ɪnðə mˈɪlk ˈoʊ ðə mˈuːn, kənspˈɪɹənt sˈiːm. sˈɛvənti tˈuː ɐn ˈæltdʒɚɹ ʌv tˈiː hiː ˈaɪvst ðə sˈɜːf ɐ tʃˈænt ʌv dʒˈaɪənts hˈɜːd ɐfˈɑːɹ, wˌaɪl sˈiːwɚd ɡlˈiːm ðə lˈæmps ʌv lˈaɪɹə ænd ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ stˈɑːɹ.