text_original: But a bell and sunset's crimson Soon recall the homeward path. And we turn as the glory dims on The hay field's mounded math.
text_transcription: BUT THE BELL AND SUNSET'S CRIMSON SOON RECALL THE HOMEWARD PATH AND WE TURN AS THE GLORY DIMS ON THE HAY FIELD'S MOUNTED MATH
phonemes: bˌʌt ɐ bˈɛl ænd sˈʌnsɛts kɹˈɪmsən sˈuːn ɹᵻkˈɔːl ðə hˈoʊmwɚd pˈæθ. ænd wiː tˈɜːn æz ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi dˈɪmz ɔnðə hˈeɪ fˈiːldz mˈaʊndᵻd mˈæθ.