text_original: Ignorant of what there is flitting here to see, The waked birds preen and the seals flop lazily, Soon you will have, Dear, to vanish from me, For the stars close their shutters and the dawn whitens hazily.
text_transcription: IGNORANT OF WHAT THERE IS FLITTING HERE TO SEE THE WAKED BIRDS PREEN AND THE SEALS FLOP LAZILY SOON YOU WILL HAVE DEER TO VANISH FROM ME FOR THE STARS CLOSE THEIR SHUTTERS AND THE DAWN WHITENS HAZILY
phonemes: ˈɪɡnɚɹənt ʌv wʌt ðɛɹ ɪz flˈɪɾɪŋ hˈɪɹ tə sˈiː, ðə wˈeɪkt bˈɜːdz pɹˈiːn ænd ðə sˈiːlz flˈɑːp lˈeɪzili, sˈuːn juː wɪl hˈæv, dˈɪɹ, tə vˈænɪʃ fɹʌm mˌiː, fɚðə stˈɑːɹz klˈoʊs ðɛɹ ʃˈʌɾɚz ænd ðə dˈɔːn wˈaɪʔn̩z hˈeɪzili.