text_original: II. She comes, the serious sister Of all the stars that strew The deeps of God, and glister Bright on the darkling blue: Like some loved Ruth, who heaps her arm With golden gleanings of the farm, Down fields of stars, where shadows swarm, Dusk comes with thoughts of you, Of you, Dusk comes with thoughts of you.
text_transcription: TWO SHE COMES THE SERIOUS SISTER OF ALL THE STARS THAT STREW THE DEEPS OF GOD AND GLISTER BRIGHT ON THE DARKLING BLUE LIKE SOME LOVED RUTH WHO HEAPS HER ARM WITH GOLDEN GLEANINGS OF THE FARM DOWN FIELDS OF STARS WHERE SHADOWS SWARM DUSK COMES WITH THOUGHTS OF YOU OF YOU DUSK COMES WITH THOUGHTS OF YOU
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. ʃiː kˈʌmz, ðə sˈɪɹiəs sˈɪstɚɹ ʌv ˈɔːl ðə stˈɑːɹz ðæt stɹˈuː ðə dˈiːps ʌv ɡˈɑːd, ænd ɡlˈɪstɚ bɹˈaɪt ɔnðə dˈɑːɹklɪŋ blˈuː: lˈaɪk sˌʌm lˈʌvd ɹˈuːθ, hˌuː hˈiːps hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹm wɪð ɡˈoʊldən ɡlˈiːnɪŋz ʌvðə fˈɑːɹm, dˌaʊn fˈiːldz ʌv stˈɑːɹz, wˌɛɹ ʃˈædoʊz swˈɔːɹm, dˈʌsk kˈʌmz wɪð θˈɔːts ʌv juː, ʌv juː, dˈʌsk kˈʌmz wɪð θˈɔːts ʌv juː.