text_original: 43 AUTUMN Now droops the troubled year And now her tiny sunset stains the leaf. A holy fear, A rapt, elusive grief, Make imminent the swift, exalting tear.
text_transcription: IONA AUTUMN NOW DROOPS THE TROUBLED YEAR AND NOW HER TINY SUNSET STAINS THE LEAF A HOLY FEAR A RAPT ELUSIVE GRIEF MAKE IMMINENT THE SWIFT EXULTING TEAR
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi θɹˈiː ˈɔːɾʌm nˈaʊ dɹˈuːps ðə tɹˈʌbəld jˈɪɹ ænd nˈaʊ hɜː tˈaɪni sˈʌnsɛt stˈeɪnz ðə lˈiːf. ɐ hˈoʊli fˈɪɹ, ɐ ɹˈæpt, ᵻlˈuːsɪv ɡɹˈiːf, mˌeɪk ˈɪmɪnənt ðə swˈɪft, ɛɡzˈɑːltɪŋ tˈɪɹ.