text_original: UNDER THE HUNTER'S MOON White from her chrysalis of cloud, The moth like moon swings upward through the night; And all the bee like stars that crowd The hollow hive of heav'n wane in her light.
text_transcription: UNDER THE HUNTER'S MOON WHITE FROM HER CRYSALIS OF CLOUD THE MOTHLIKE MOON SWINGS UPWARD THROUGH THE NIGHT AND ALL THE BEE LIKE STARS THAT CROWD THE HOLLOW HIVE OF HEAVEN WANE IN HER LIGHT
phonemes: ˌʌndɚ ðə hˈʌntɚz mˈuːn wˈaɪt fɹʌm hɜː kɹˈɪsəlˌɪs ʌv klˈaʊd, ðə mˈɑːθ lˈaɪk mˈuːn swˈɪŋz ˈʌpwɚd θɹuː ðə nˈaɪt; ænd ˈɔːl ðə bˈiː lˈaɪk stˈɑːɹz ðæt kɹˈaʊd ðə hˈɑːloʊ hˈaɪv ʌv hˈiːvn wˈeɪn ɪn hɜː lˈaɪt.