text_original: Noon, gilt but with glory of gold, would be hoary and grey In her eyes that had gazed on the depths, unamazed with the day.
text_transcription: NOON GILT BUT WITH GLORY OF GOLD WOULD BE HOARY AND GREY IN HER EYES THAT HAD GAZED ON THE DEPTH UNAMAZED WITH THE DAY
phonemes: nˈuːn, ɡˈɪlt bˌʌt wɪð ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌv ɡˈoʊld, wʊd biː hˈɔːɹi ænd ɡɹˈeɪ ɪn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ðæt hæd ɡˈeɪzd ɔnðə dˈɛpθs, ʌnɐmˈeɪzd wɪððə dˈeɪ.