text_original: Like morning mist from purest ether sifting, It marched along the Apenninian strand, Glancing adown the vales on either hand, Then vanished like the dawn to daylight shifting.
text_transcription: LIKE MORNING MIST FROM PUREST ETHER SIFTING IT MARCHED ALONG THE APENNINIAN STRAND GLANCING ADOWN THE VALES ON EITHER HAND THEN VANISHED LIKE THE DAWN TO DAYLIGHT SHIFTING
phonemes: lˈaɪk mˈɔːɹnɪŋ mˈɪst fɹʌm pjˈʊɹɹɪst ˈiːθɚ sˈɪftɪŋ, ɪt mˈɑːɹtʃt ɐlˈɔŋ ðɪ ˌeɪpənˈɪniən stɹˈænd, ɡlˈænsɪŋ ɐdˈaʊn ðə vˈeɪlz ˌɔn ˈiːðɚ hˈænd, ðˈɛn vˈænɪʃt lˈaɪk ðə dˈɔːn tə dˈeɪlaɪt ʃˈɪftɪŋ.