text_original: ON THE BORDER HILLS So the dark shadows deepen in the trees That crown the border mountains, all the air Is filled with mist begotten phantasies, Shaped and transfigured in the sunset glare.
text_transcription: ON THE BORDER HILLS SO THE DARK SHADOWS DEEPEN IN THE TREES THAT CROWN THE BORDER MOUNTAINS ALL THE AIR IS FILLED WITH MIST BEGOTTEN FANTASIES SHAPED AND TRANSFIGURED IN THE SUNSET GLARE
phonemes: ɔnðə bˈɔːɹdɚ hˈɪlz sˌoʊ ðə dˈɑːɹk ʃˈædoʊz dˈiːpən ɪnðə tɹˈiːz ðæt kɹˈaʊn ðə bˈɔːɹdɚ mˈaʊntɪnz, ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪz fˈɪld wɪð mˈɪst bᵻɡˈɑːʔn̩ fˈæntəsiz, ʃˈeɪpt ænd tɹænsfˈɪɡɚd ɪnðə sˈʌnsɛt ɡlˈɛɹ.