text_original: The crows that train o'er desert skies In endless caravans that have no goal But flight  where darkness flies   From Pole to Pole. The sombre zone of hills around That shrink in misty mournfulness from sight, With sunset aureoles crowned   Before the night.
text_transcription: THE CROWS THAT TRAIN OVER DESERT SKIES IN ENDLESS CARAVANS THAT HAVE NO GOAL BUT FLIGHT WHERE DARKNESS FLIES FROM POLE TO POLE THE SOMBRE ZONE OF HILLS AROUND THAT SHRINK IN MISTY MOURNFULNESS FROM SIGHT WITH SUNSET AUREOLIS CROWNED BEFORE THE NIGHT
phonemes: ðə kɹˈoʊz ðæt tɹˈeɪn ˈɔːɹ dˈɛzɚt skˈaɪz ɪn ˈɛndləs kˈæɹɐvˌænz ðæt hæv nˈoʊ ɡˈoʊl bˌʌt flˈaɪt wˌɛɹ dˈɑːɹknəs flˈaɪz fɹʌm pˈoʊl tə pˈoʊl. ðə sˈɑːmbɚ zˈoʊn ʌv hˈɪlz ɚɹˈaʊnd ðæt ʃɹˈɪŋk ɪn mˈɪsti mˈɔːɹnfəlnəs fɹʌm sˈaɪt, wɪð sˈʌnsɛt ˈɔːɹɪˌoʊlz kɹˈaʊnd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə nˈaɪt.