text_original: III. She comes, and soft winds greet her, And whispering odors woo; She is the words and meter They set their music to: Like Israfel, a spirit fair, Whose heart's a silvery dulcimer, Down listening slopes of earth and air Dusk comes with love of you, Of you, Dusk comes with love of you.
text_transcription: THREE SHE COMES AND SOFT WINDS GREET HER AND WHISPERING ODORS WOO SHE IS THE WORDS AND METRE THEY SET THEIR MUSIC TOO LIKE ISRAEL A SPIRIT FAIR WHOSE HEART'S SILVERY DULCIMER DOWN LISTENING SLOPES OF EARTH AND AIR DUSK COMES WITH LOVE OF YOU OF YOU DUSK COMES WITH LOVE OF YOU
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː. ʃiː kˈʌmz, ænd sˈɔft wˈɪndz ɡɹˈiːt hɜː, ænd wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ ˈoʊdɚz wˈuː; ʃiː ɪz ðə wˈɜːdz ænd mˈiːɾɚ ðeɪ sˈɛt ðɛɹ mjˈuːzɪk tuː: lˈaɪk ˈɪsɹeɪfəl, ɐ spˈɪɹɪt fˈɛɹ, hˌuːz hˈɑːɹts ɐ sˈɪlvɚɹi dˈʌlsɪmɚ, dˌaʊn lˈɪsənɪŋ slˈoʊps ʌv ˈɜːθ ænd ˈɛɹ dˈʌsk kˈʌmz wɪð lˈʌv ʌv juː, ʌv juː, dˈʌsk kˈʌmz wɪð lˈʌv ʌv juː.