text_original: The summer night waneth, the morning light slips, Faint and grey 'twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud bars, That are patiently waiting there for the dawn: Patient and colourless, though Heaven's gold Waits to float through them along with the sun.
text_transcription: THE SUMMER NIGHT WANETH THE MORNING LIGHT SLIPS FAINT AND GRAY TWIXT THE LEAVES OF THE ASPEN BETWIXT THE CLOUD BARS THAT ARE PATIENTLY WAITING THERE FOR THE DAWN PATIENT AND COLORLESS THOUGH HEAVEN'S GOLD WAITS TO FLOAT THROUGH THEM ALONG WITH THE SUN
phonemes: ðə sˈʌmɚ nˈaɪt wˈeɪnəθ, ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ lˈaɪt slˈɪps, fˈeɪnt ænd ɡɹˈeɪ twˈɪkst ðə lˈiːvz ʌvðɪ ˈæspən, bᵻtwˈɪkst ðə klˈaʊd bˈɑːɹz, ðæt ɑːɹ pˈeɪʃəntli wˈeɪɾɪŋ ðɛɹ fɚðə dˈɔːn: pˈeɪʃənt ænd kˈʌlɚləs, ðˌoʊ hˈɛvənz ɡˈoʊld wˈeɪts tə flˈoʊt θɹuː ðˌɛm ɐlˈɔŋ wɪððə sˈʌn.