text_original: I TELL you this each lapse of light That glares the world from roof to floor, Shall leave, as days that died before, This envelope of antient night.
text_transcription: I TELL YOU THIS EACH LAPSE OF LIGHT THAT GLARES THE WORLD FROM ROOF TO FLOOR SHALL LEAVE AS DAYS THAT DIED BEFORE THIS ENVELOPE OF ANCIENT NIGHT
phonemes: aɪ tˈɛl juː ðɪs ˈiːtʃ lˈæps ʌv lˈaɪt ðæt ɡlˈɛɹz ðə wˈɜːld fɹʌm ɹˈuːf tə flˈɔːɹ, ʃˌæl lˈiːv, æz dˈeɪz ðæt dˈaɪd bᵻfˈɔːɹ, ðɪs ˈɑːnvəlˌoʊp ʌv ˌæntɪˈɛnt nˈaɪt.