text_original: So a shadow fell o'er our dreaming for the weary heart of the past, For the seed that the years have scattered, to reap so little at last. And we went to the sea shore forest, through a long colonnade of pines, Where the skies peep in and the sea, with a flitting of silver lines.
text_transcription: SO A SHADOW FELL OVER OUR DREAMING FOR THE WEARY HEART OF THE PAST FOR THE SEED THAT THE YEARS HAVE SCATTERED TO REAP SO LITTLE AT LAST AND WE WENT TO THE SEASHORE FOREST THROUGH A LONG COLONNADE OF PINES WHERE THE SKIES PEEP IN AT THE SEA WITH A FLITTING OF SILVER LINES
phonemes: sˌoʊ ɐ ʃˈædoʊ fˈɛl ˈɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ dɹˈiːmɪŋ fɚðə wˈɪɹi hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə pˈæst, fɚðə sˈiːd ðætðə jˈɪɹz hæv skˈæɾɚd, tə ɹˈiːp sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl æt lˈæst. ænd wiː wɛnt tə ðə sˈiː ʃˈɔːɹ fˈɔːɹɪst, θɹuː ɐ lˈɔŋ kˈɑːlənˌeɪd ʌv pˈaɪnz, wˌɛɹ ðə skˈaɪz pˈiːp ɪn ænd ðə sˈiː, wɪð ɐ flˈɪɾɪŋ ʌv sˈɪlvɚ lˈaɪnz.