text_original: AT DAWN Turn to thy window in the silver hour That day comes stepping down the hills of night, Infolded as the leaves infold a flower By all her rose leaf robes of misty light.
text_transcription: AT DAWN TURN TO THY WINDOW IN THE SILVER HOUR THAT DAY COMES STEPPING DOWN THE HILLS OF NIGHT ENFOLDED AS THE LEAVES ENFOLD A FLOWER BY ALL HER ROSE LEAF ROBES OF MISTY LIGHT
phonemes: æt dˈɔːn tˈɜːn tə ðˌaɪ wˈɪndoʊ ɪnðə sˈɪlvɚɹ ˈaʊɚ ðæt dˈeɪ kˈʌmz stˈɛpɪŋ dˌaʊn ðə hˈɪlz ʌv nˈaɪt, ɪnfˈoʊldᵻd æz ðə lˈiːvz ɪnfˈoʊld ɐ flˈaʊɚ baɪ ˈɔːl hɜː ɹˈoʊz lˈiːf ɹˈoʊbz ʌv mˈɪsti lˈaɪt.