text_original: Pale in his cot that day, Dying, the pastor lay, Where still his eye could stray Up valleys gleaming; Watchers were at his side; Prayer unto prayer replied: Hush! what was that he spied, Pinnacle streaming?
text_transcription: PALE IN HIS COT THAT DAY DYING THE PASTOR LAY WHERE STILL HIS EYE COULD STRAY UP VALLEYS GLEAMING WATCHERS WERE AT HIS SIDE PRAYER UNTO PRAYER REPLIED HUSH WHAT WAS THAT HE SPIED PINNACLE STREAMING
phonemes: pˈeɪl ɪn hɪz kˈɑːt ðæt dˈeɪ, dˈaɪɪŋ, ðə pˈæstɚ lˈeɪ, wˌɛɹ stˈɪl hɪz ˈaɪ kʊd stɹˈeɪ ˌʌp vˈælɪz ɡlˈiːmɪŋ; wˈɑːtʃɚz wɜːɹ æt hɪz sˈaɪd; pɹˈɛɹ ˌʌntʊ pɹˈɛɹ ɹᵻplˈaɪd: hˈʌʃ! wˌʌt wʌz ðæt hiː spˈaɪd, pˈɪnəkəl stɹˈiːmɪŋ?