text_original: But never a star looks through, As the days and the seasons pass, And never a steed looks up at the blue, Cropping the lush sea grass.
text_transcription: BUT NEVER A STAR LOOKS THROUGH AS THE DAYS AND THE SEASONS PASS AND NEVER A STEED LOOKS UP AT THE BLUE CROPPING THE LUSH SEA GRASS
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ stˈɑːɹ lˈʊks θɹˈuː, æz ðə dˈeɪz ænd ðə sˈiːzənz pˈæs, ænd nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ stˈiːd lˈʊks ˌʌp æt ðə blˈuː, kɹˈɑːpɪŋ ðə lˈʌʃ sˈiː ɡɹˈæs.