text_original: I stretched my arms for rest, I turned to the evening cloud   A vision how fair, how blest! "Low heart," it called, softly, "arise and fly. It were yours to reach levels as high as I."
text_transcription: I STRETCHED MY ARMS FOR REST I TURNED TO THE EVENING CLOUD A VISION HOW FAIR HOW BLESSED LOW HEART IT CALLED SOFTLY ARISE AND FLY IT WERE YOURS TO REACH LEVELS AS HIGH AS I
phonemes: aɪ stɹˈɛtʃt maɪ ˈɑːɹmz fɔːɹ ɹˈɛst, aɪ tˈɜːnd tə ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ klˈaʊd ɐ vˈɪʒən hˌaʊ fˈɛɹ, hˌaʊ blˈɛst! "lˈoʊ hˈɑːɹt," ɪt kˈɔːld, sˈɔftli, "ɚɹˈaɪz ænd flˈaɪ. ɪt wɜː jˈɔːɹz tə ɹˈiːtʃ lˈɛvəlz æz hˈaɪ æz ˈaɪ."