text_original: August Fourteenth MIST COMETIMES the heavy mists arise To dim the luster of the skies, But when they pass I find the blue Above me still remaineth true.
text_transcription: ED AT ORK BY SONYA SOMETIMES THE HEAVY MISTS ARISE TO DIM THE LUSTRE OF THE SKIES BUT WHEN THEY PASS I FIND THE BLUE ABOVE ME STILL REMAINS TRUE
phonemes: ˈɔːɡəst fˈɔːɹtiːnθ mˈɪst kəmˈɛtaɪmz ðə hˈɛvi mˈɪsts ɚɹˈaɪz tə dˈɪm ðə lˈʌstɚɹ ʌvðə skˈaɪz, bˌʌt wɛn ðeɪ pˈæs aɪ fˈaɪnd ðə blˈuː əbˌʌv mˌiː stˈɪl ɹᵻmˈeɪnəθ tɹˈuː.