text_original: Thick lay the dust, uncomfortably white, In glaring mimicry of Arab sand. The woods and mountains slept in hazy light; The meadows looked athirst and tawny tanned; The little rills had left their channels bare, With scarce a pool to witness what they were; And the shrunk river gleamed 'mid oozy stones. That stared like any famished giant's bones.
text_transcription: THICK LAY THE DUST UNCOMFORTABLY WHITE IN GLARING MIMICRY OF ARAB SAND THE WOODS AND MOUNTAINS SLEPT IN HAZY LIGHT THE MEADOWS LOOKED ATHIRST AND TAWNY TANNED THE LITTLE RILLS HAD LEFT THEIR CHANNELS BARE WITH SCARCE A POOL TO WITNESS WHAT THEY WERE AND THE SHRUNK RIVER GLEAMED MID OOZY STONES THAT STARED LIKE ANY FAMISHED GIANT'S BONES
phonemes: θˈɪk lˈeɪ ðə dˈʌst, ʌŋkˈʌmftəbli wˈaɪt, ɪn ɡlˈɛɹɪŋ mˈɪmɪkɹi ʌv ˈæɹəb sˈænd. ðə wˈʊdz ænd mˈaʊntɪnz slˈɛpt ɪn hˈeɪzi lˈaɪt; ðə mˈɛdoʊz lˈʊkt ˈæθɜːst ænd tˈɔːni tˈænd; ðə lˈɪɾəl ɹˈɪlz hæd lˈɛft ðɛɹ tʃˈænəlz bˈɛɹ, wɪð skˈɛɹs ɐ pˈuːl tə wˈɪtnəs wˈʌt ðeɪ wɜː; ænd ðə ʃɹˈʌŋk ɹˈɪvɚ ɡlˈiːmd mˈɪd ˈuːzi stˈoʊnz. ðæt stˈɛɹd lˈaɪk ˌɛni fˈæmɪʃt dʒˈaɪənts bˈoʊnz.