text_original: His robes are dappled like the moonlit seas, His hair in waves of silver floats afar; He weareth lotus bloom and sweet heartsease, With tassels of the rustling green fir trees, As down the dusk he steps from star to star.
text_transcription: HIS ROBES ARE DAPPLED LIKE THE MOONLIT SEAS HIS HAIR IN WAVES OF SILVER FLOATS AFAR HE WEARETH LOTUS BLOOM AND SWEETHEART'S EASE WITH TASSELS OF THE RUSTLING GREEN FIR TREES AS DOWN THE DUSK HE STEPS FROM STAR TO STAR
phonemes: hɪz ɹˈoʊbz ɑːɹ dˈæpəld lˈaɪk ðə mˈuːnlɪt sˈiːz, hɪz hˈɛɹ ɪn wˈeɪvz ʌv sˈɪlvɚ flˈoʊts ɐfˈɑːɹ; hiː wˈɛɹəθ lˈoʊɾəs blˈuːm ænd swˈiːt hˈɑːɹtsiːs, wɪð tˈæsəlz ʌvðə ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ ɡɹˈiːn fˈɜː tɹˈiːz, æz dˌaʊn ðə dˈʌsk hiː stˈɛps fɹʌm stˈɑːɹ tə stˈɑːɹ.