text_original: THE DYING POET Swing in thy splendour, O silent sun, Drawing my heart with thee over the west! Done is its day as thy day is done, Fallen its quest!
text_transcription: THE DYING POET SWING IN THY SPLENDOR O SILENT SUN DRAWING MY HEART WITH THEE OVER THE WEST DONE IS ITS DAY AS THY DAY IS DONE FALL IN ITS QUEST
phonemes: ðə dˈaɪɪŋ pˈoʊɪt swˈɪŋ ɪn ðˌaɪ splˈɛndɚ, ˈoʊ sˈaɪlənt sˈʌn, dɹˈɔːɪŋ maɪ hˈɑːɹt wɪð ðiː ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈɛst! dˈʌn ɪz ɪts dˈeɪ æz ðˌaɪ dˈeɪ ɪz dˈʌn, fˈɔːlən ɪts kwˈɛst!