text_original: The choired sweetness of home gathered birds, The tall gaunt shadows and the mellow light, The tired leaves that fold against the tree ; Within the heart unutterable words, The pure compassion of the toward night A day that dies and never more shall be.
text_transcription: THE QUIET SWEETNESS OF HOME GATHERED BIRDS THE TALL GONE SHADOWS AND THE MELLOW LIGHT THE TIRED LEAVES THAT FOLD AGAINST A TREE WITHIN THE HARD UNUTTERABLE WORDS THE PURE COMPASSION OF THE TOWARD NIGHT A DAY THAT DIES AND NEVER MORE SHALL BE
phonemes: ðə kwˈaɪɚd swˈiːtnəs ʌv hˈoʊm ɡˈæðɚd bˈɜːdz, ðə tˈɔːl ɡˈɔːnt ʃˈædoʊz ænd ðə mˈɛloʊ lˈaɪt, ðə tˈaɪɚd lˈiːvz ðæt fˈoʊld ɐɡˈɛnst ðə tɹˈiː ; wɪðˌɪn ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌnˈʌɾɚɹəbəl wˈɜːdz, ðə pjˈʊɹ kəmpˈæʃən ʌvðə təwˈɔːɹd nˈaɪt ɐ dˈeɪ ðæt dˈaɪz ænd nˈɛvɚ mˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl bˈiː.