text_original: The stars are thick: the light is dead That dyed the West: and Drowsyhead, Tuning his cricket pipe, Nods, and some apple, round and red, Drops over ripe.
text_transcription: THE STARS ARE THICK THE LIGHT IS DEAD THAT DYED THE WEST AND DROWSY HEAD TUNING HIS CRICKET PIPE NODS AND SOME APPLE ROUND AND RED DROPS OVER RIPE
phonemes: ðə stˈɑːɹz ɑːɹ θˈɪk: ðə lˈaɪt ɪz dˈɛd ðæt dˈaɪd ðə wˈɛst: ænd dɹˈaʊsihˌɛd, tˈuːnɪŋ hɪz kɹˈɪkɪt pˈaɪp, nˈɑːdz, ænd sˌʌm ˈæpəl, ɹˈaʊnd ænd ɹˈɛd, dɹˈɑːps ˌoʊvɚ ɹˈaɪp.