text_original: ROSE LEAF AND APPLE LEAF FROM THE HILL OF GARDENS The outline of a shadowy city spread Between the garden and the distant hill   And o'er yon dome the flame ring lingers still, Set like the glory on an angel's head: The light fades quivering into evening blue Behind the pine tops on Ianiculum; The swallow whispered to the swallow "come!" And took the sunset on her wings, and flew.
text_transcription: AD FOR THE PROVOXEDOT WORK ONA FROM THE HILL OF GARDENS THE OUTLINE OF A SHADOWY CITY SPREAD BETWEEN THE GARDEN AND THE DISTANT HILL AND OVER YON DOME THE FLAME RING LINGERS STILL SET LIKE THE GLORY ON AN ANGEL'S HEAD THE LIGHT FADES QUIVERING INTO EVENING BLUE BEHIND THE PINE TOPS ON YANICOLUM THE SWALLOW WHISPERED TO THE SWALLOW COME AND TOOK THE SUNSET ON HER WINGS AND FLEW
phonemes: ɹˈoʊz lˈiːf ænd ˈæpəl lˈiːf fɹʌmðə hˈɪl ʌv ɡˈɑːɹdənz ðɪ ˈaʊtlaɪn əvə ʃˈædoʊi sˈɪɾi spɹˈɛd bᵻtwˌiːn ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ænd ðə dˈɪstənt hˈɪl ænd ˈɔːɹ jˈɑːn dˈoʊm ðə flˈeɪm ɹˈɪŋ lˈɪŋɡɚz stˈɪl, sˈɛt lˈaɪk ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ˌɔn ɐn ˈeɪndʒəlz hˈɛd: ðə lˈaɪt fˈeɪdz kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ˈiːvnɪŋ blˈuː bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə pˈaɪn tˈɑːps ˌɔn iənˈɪkjʊləm; ðə swˈɔloʊ wˈɪspɚd tə ðə swˈɔloʊ "kˈʌm!" ænd tˈʊk ðə sˈʌnsɛt ˌɔn hɜː wˈɪŋz, ænd flˈuː.