text_original: Till the gray dawn is redd'ning up, Over the moon low lying. Come, come away  we have drunk the cup: Ours is the dream undying!
text_transcription: TILL THE GRAY DAWN IS REDDENING UP OVER THE MOON LOW LYING COME COME AWAY WE HAVE DRUNK THE CUP OURS IS THE DREAM UNDYING
phonemes: tˈɪl ðə ɡɹˈeɪ dˈɔːn ɪz ɹˈɛdnɪŋ ˈʌp, ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈuːn lˈoʊ lˈaɪɪŋ. kˈʌm, kˈʌm ɐwˈeɪ wiː hæv dɹˈʌŋk ðə kˈʌp: aʊɚz ɪz ðə dɹˈiːm ʌndˈaɪɪŋ!