text_original: On some rock, where gaunt the oak Reddens and the sombre cedar Darkens, like a sachem leader, I have lain and watched the smoke Of the steamboat, far away, Trailed athwart the dying day.
text_transcription: ON SOME ROCK WHERE GAUNTY OAK REDDENS AND THE SOMBRE CEDAR DARKENS LIKE A SATCHUM LEADER I HAVE LAIN AND WATCHED THE SMOKE OF THE STEAMBOAT FAR AWAY TRAILED ATHWART THE DYING DAY
phonemes: ˌɔn sˌʌm ɹˈɑːk, wˌɛɹ ɡˈɔːnt ðɪ ˈoʊk ɹˈɛdənz ænd ðə sˈɑːmbɚ sˈiːdɚ dˈɑːɹkənz, lˈaɪk ɐ sˈæʃəm lˈiːdɚ, aɪ hæv lˈeɪn ænd wˈɑːtʃt ðə smˈoʊk ʌvðə stˈiːmboʊt, fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ, tɹˈeɪld ˈæθwɔːɹt ðə dˈaɪɪŋ dˈeɪ.