text_original: A TWILIGHT MOTH. Dusk is thy dawn; when Eve puts on her state Of gold and purple in the marbled west, Thou comest forth like some embodied trait, Or dim conceit, a lily bud confessed; Or, of a rose, the visible wish; that, white, Goes softly messengering through the night, Whom each expectant flower makes its guest.
text_transcription: A TWILIGHT MOTH DUSK IS THY DAWN WHEN EVE PUTS ON HER STATE OF GOLD AND PURPLE IN THE MARBLED WEST THOU COMEST FORTH LIKE SOME EMBODIED TRAIT OR DIM CONCEIT A LILY BUD CONFESSED OR OVER ROSE THE VISIBLE WISH THAT WHITE GOES SOFTLY MESSENGERING THROUGH THE NIGHT WHOM EACH EXPECTANT FLOWER MAKES ITS GUEST
phonemes: ɐ twˈaɪlaɪt mˈɑːθ. dˈʌsk ɪz ðˌaɪ dˈɔːn; wˌɛn ˈiːv pˌʊts ˌɔn hɜː stˈeɪt ʌv ɡˈoʊld ænd pˈɜːpəl ɪnðə mˈɑːɹbəld wˈɛst, ðˈaʊ kəmˈɛst fˈɔːɹθ lˈaɪk sˌʌm ɛmbˈɑːdid tɹˈeɪt, ɔːɹ dˈɪm kənsˈiːt, ɐ lˈɪli bˈʌd kənfˈɛst; ɔːɹ, əvɚ ɹˈoʊz, ðə vˈɪzᵻbəl wˈɪʃ; ðˈæt, wˈaɪt, ɡoʊz sˈɔftli mˈɛsɪndʒɚɹɪŋ θɹuː ðə nˈaɪt, hˈuːm ˈiːtʃ ɛkspˈɛktənt flˈaʊɚ mˌeɪks ɪts ɡˈɛst.