text_original: Above that wide and ruby lake to West Wherein the sunset waits reluctantly. Stir silently the purple wings of Night. She stands afar, upholding to her breast. As mighty murmurs reach her from the sea. Thy lone and everlasting rose of light.
text_transcription: ABOVE THAT WIDE AND RUBY LAKE TO WEST WHEREIN THE SUNSET WAITS RELUCTANTLY STIRS SILENTLY THE PURPLE WINGS OF NIGHT SHE STANDS AFAR UPHOLDING TO HER BREAST AS MIGHTY MURMURS REACH HER FROM THE SEA THY LONE AND EVERLASTING ROSE OF LIGHT
phonemes: əbˌʌv ðæt wˈaɪd ænd ɹˈuːbi lˈeɪk tə wˈɛst wˈɛɹɪn ðə sˈʌnsɛt wˈeɪts ɹᵻlˈʌktəntli. stˈɜː sˈaɪləntli ðə pˈɜːpəl wˈɪŋz ʌv nˈaɪt. ʃiː stˈændz ɐfˈɑːɹ, ʌphˈoʊldɪŋ tə hɜː bɹˈɛst. æz mˈaɪɾi mˈɜːmɚz ɹˈiːtʃ hɜː fɹʌmðə sˈiː. ðˌaɪ lˈoʊn ænd ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ ɹˈoʊz ʌv lˈaɪt.