text_original: DAWN THE swoon of night's delicate whisper, the tense wide still ness of birth, The holy awaiting of sound in the soul of the slumberous earth, The peace compelling our tears for the shame of the agon ized flesh, Ere creation has riven its grave clothes and come on the world afresh.
text_transcription: DAWN THE SWOON OF NIGHT'S DELICATE WHISPER THE TENSE WHITE STILLNESS OF BIRTH THE HOLIER WAITING OF SOUND IN THE SOUL OF THE SLUMBROUS EARTH THE PEACE COMPELLING OUR TEARS FOR THE SHAME OF THE AGONIZED FLESH ERE CREATION HAS RIVEN ITS GRAVE CLOTHES AND COME ON THE WORLD AFRESH
phonemes: dˈɔːn ðə swˈuːn ʌv nˈaɪts dˈɛlᵻkət wˈɪspɚ, ðə tˈɛns wˈaɪd stˈɪl nˈɛs ʌv bˈɜːθ, ðə hˈoʊli ɐwˈeɪɾɪŋ ʌv sˈaʊnd ɪnðə sˈoʊl ʌvðə slˈʌmbɚɹəs ˈɜːθ, ðə pˈiːs kəmpˈɛlɪŋ ˌaʊɚ tˈɪɹz fɚðə ʃˈeɪm ʌvðɪ ˈæɡɑːn ˈaɪzd flˈɛʃ, ˈɛɹ kɹiːˈeɪʃən hɐz ɹˈɪvən ɪts ɡɹˈeɪv klˈoʊðz ænd kˈʌm ɔnðə wˈɜːld ɐfɹˈɛʃ.