text_original: Now end the darkness and its dreams. The ashen moon is low; Like petal drift on placid streams We watch her sink and go. And like a dryad to her tree The morning star hath sped — Gone ere an eye essayed to see The path whereon she fled.
text_transcription: NOW END THE DARKNESS AND ITS DREAMS THE ASHEN MOON IS LOW LIKE PETAL DRIFT ON PLACID STREAMS WE WATCH HER SINK AND GO AND LIKE A DRYAD TO A TREE THE MORNING STAR HATH SPREAD GONE EAR AND EYE SAY TO SEE THE PATH WHEREON SHE FLED
phonemes: nˈaʊ ˈɛnd ðə dˈɑːɹknəs ænd ɪts dɹˈiːmz. ðɪ ˈæʃən mˈuːn ɪz lˈoʊ; lˈaɪk pˈɛɾəl dɹˈɪft ˌɔn plˈæsɪd stɹˈiːmz wiː wˈɑːtʃ hɜː sˈɪŋk ænd ɡˈoʊ. ænd lˈaɪk ɐ dɹˈaɪæd tə hɜː tɹˈiː ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ stˈɑːɹ hæθ spˈɛd — ɡɔn ˈɛɹ ɐn ˈaɪ ˈɛseɪd tə sˈiː ðə pˈæθ wˈɛɹɑːn ʃiː flˈɛd.