text_original: Soft and gray. Lit by many a pearly ray, Were the low skies bending dim To the far horizon's rim ; And the landscape stretched away, Fair, illusive, like a dream Wherein all things do but seem
text_transcription: SOFT AND GREY LIT BY MANY A PEARLY RAY WHERE THE LOW SKIES BENDING DIM TO THE FAR HORIZON'S RIM AND THE LANDSCAPE STRETCHED AWAY FAIR ELUSIVE LIKE A DREAM WHEREIN ALL THINGS DO BUT SEEM
phonemes: sˈɔft ænd ɡɹˈeɪ. lˈɪt baɪ mˈɛni ɐ pˈɜːli ɹˈeɪ, wɜː ðə lˈoʊ skˈaɪz bˈɛndɪŋ dˈɪm tə ðə fˈɑːɹ hɚɹˈaɪzənz ɹˈɪm ; ænd ðə lˈændskeɪp stɹˈɛtʃt ɐwˈeɪ, fˈɛɹ, ɪlˈuːsɪv, lˈaɪk ɐ dɹˈiːm wˈɛɹɪn ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz dˈuː bˌʌt sˈiːm