text_original: The dawn that doth come like a song aflame on the lips of the world, The grasses' hymn to the dew, and the resonant wave that is hurled From the reticent soul of the waters, and about the death bed of night Resurrection pulsating like music, and the heavens enor mous with light.
text_transcription: THE DAWN THAT DOTH COME LIKE A SONG OF FLAME ON THE LIPS OF THE WORLD THE GRASS IS HYMN TO THE DEW AND THE RESONANT WAVE THAT IS HURLED FROM THE RETICENT SOUL OF THE WATERS AND ABOUT THE DEATH BED OF NIGHT RESURRECTION PULSATING LIKE MUSIC AND THE HEAVENS ENORMOUS WITH LIGHT
phonemes: ðə dˈɔːn ðæt dʌθ kˈʌm lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɔŋ ɐflˈeɪm ɔnðə lˈɪps ʌvðə wˈɜːld, ðə ɡɹˈæsᵻz hˈɪm tə ðə dˈuː, ænd ðə ɹˈɛzənənt wˈeɪv ðæt ɪz hˈɜːld fɹʌmðə ɹˈɛɾɪsənt sˈoʊl ʌvðə wˈɔːɾɚz, ænd ɐbˌaʊt ðə dˈɛθ bˈɛd ʌv nˈaɪt ɹᵻsɚɹˈɛkʃən pˈʌlseɪɾɪŋ lˈaɪk mjˈuːzɪk, ænd ðə hˈɛvənz ˈiːnɚ mˈuːz wɪð lˈaɪt.