text_original: Dull gold lay the lake in the westering sun, And rose from the sunset clouds above, And soft and grey when the day was done, As the shimmering breast of a brooding dove.
text_transcription: DULL GOLD LAY THE LAKE IN THE WESTERING SUN AND ROSE FROM THE SUNSET CLOUDS ABOVE AND SOFT AND GREY WHEN THE DAY WAS DONE AS THE SHIMMERING BREAST OF A BROODING DOVE
phonemes: dˈʌl ɡˈoʊld lˈeɪ ðə lˈeɪk ɪnðə wˈɛstɚɹɪŋ sˈʌn, ænd ɹˈoʊz fɹʌmðə sˈʌnsɛt klˈaʊdz əbˈʌv, ænd sˈɔft ænd ɡɹˈeɪ wɛn ðə dˈeɪ wʌz dˈʌn, æz ðə ʃˈɪmɚɹɪŋ bɹˈɛst əvə bɹˈuːdɪŋ dˈʌv.