text_original: There were mountains, but they rose O'er the subtile vale's repose, Light as clouds that far and high Soar to meet the untroubled sky. There were trees that overhead Wide their sheltering branches spread, Yet were empty as the shade By the quivering vine leaves made.
text_transcription: THERE WERE MOUNTAINS BUT THEY ROSE O'ER THE SUBTLE VALES REPOSE LIGHT AS CLOUDS THAT FAR AND HIGH SOAR TO MEET THE UNTROUBLED SKY THERE WERE TREES THAT OVERHEAD WIDE THEIR SHELT'RING BRANCHES SPREAD YET WERE EMPTY AS THE SHADE BY THE QUIVERING VINE LEAVES MADE
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌɜː mˈaʊntɪnz, bˌʌt ðeɪ ɹˈoʊz ˈɔːɹ ðə sˈʌbtaɪl vˈeɪlz ɹᵻpˈoʊz, lˈaɪt æz klˈaʊdz ðæt fˈɑːɹ ænd hˈaɪ sˈɔːɹ tə mˈiːt ðɪ ʌntɹˈʌbəld skˈaɪ. ðɛɹwˌɜː tɹˈiːz ðæt ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd wˈaɪd ðɛɹ ʃˈɛltɚɹɪŋ bɹˈæntʃᵻz spɹˈɛd, jˈɛt wɜːɹ ˈɛmpti æz ðə ʃˈeɪd baɪ ðə kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ vˈaɪn lˈiːvz mˈeɪd.