text_original: The sullen roar of the cataract, Dull in the distance seems to die, And the glacier's wide aerial tract Falls like a river out of the sky ; A lovely river of rose and pearl, With cloud hewn bridges of sapphire spanned, And piers and arches of onyx and beryl, For the pilgrim dwellers in sunrise land.
text_transcription: THE SULLEN ROAR OF THE CATARACT DULL IN THE DISTANCE SEEMS TO DIE AND THE GLACIER'S WIDE AERIAL TRACT FALLS LIKE A RIVER OUT OF THE SKY A LOVELY RIVER OF ROSE AND PEARL WITH CLOUD HEWN BRIDGES OF SAPPHIRE SPANNED AND PIERS AND ARCHES OF ONYX AND BERYL FOR THE PILGRIM DWELLERS IN SUNRISE LAND
phonemes: ðə sˈʌlən ɹˈɔːɹ ʌvðə kˈæɾɐɹˌækt, dˈʌl ɪnðə dˈɪstəns sˈiːmz tə dˈaɪ, ænd ðə ɡlˈeɪʃɚz wˈaɪd ˈɛɹɪəl tɹˈækt fˈɔːlz lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈɪvɚɹ ˌaʊɾəv ðə skˈaɪ ; ɐ lˈʌvli ɹˈɪvɚɹ ʌv ɹˈoʊz ænd pˈɜːl, wɪð klˈaʊd hjˈuːn bɹˈɪdʒᵻz ʌv sˈæfaɪɚ spˈænd, ænd pˈɪɹz ænd ˈɑːɹtʃᵻz ʌv ˈɑːnɪks ænd bˈɛɹəl, fɚðə pˈɪlɡɹɪm dwˈɛlɚz ɪn sˈʌnɹaɪz lˈænd.