text_original: One rift of cloud the wind caught up suspending A ruby path between the earth and sky; Those shreds of gold are angel wings ascending From where the sorrows of our singers lie; They have not found those wandering spirits yet, But seek for ever in the red sunset.
text_transcription: ONE RIFT OF CLOUD THE WIND CAUGHT UP SUSPENDING A RUBY PATH BETWEEN THE EARTH AND SKY THOSE SHREDS OF GOLD ARE ANGEL WINGS ASCENDING FROM WHERE THE SORROWS OF OUR SINGERS LIE THEY HAVE NOT FOUND THOSE WANDERING SPIRITS YET BUT SEEK FOR EVER IN THE RED SUNSET
phonemes: wˈʌn ɹˈɪft ʌv klˈaʊd ðə wˈɪnd kˈɔːt ˌʌp səspˈɛndɪŋ ɐ ɹˈuːbi pˈæθ bᵻtwˌiːn ðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd skˈaɪ; ðoʊz ʃɹˈɛdz ʌv ɡˈoʊld ɑːɹ ˈeɪndʒəl wˈɪŋz ɐsˈɛndɪŋ fɹʌm wˈɛɹ ðə sˈɑːɹoʊz ʌv ˌaʊɚ sˈɪŋɚz lˈaɪ; ðeɪ hɐvnˌɑːt fˈaʊnd ðoʊz wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ spˈɪɹɪts jˈɛt, bˌʌt sˈiːk fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚɹ ɪnðə ɹˈɛd sˈʌnsɛt.