text_original: Cool darkness, silence, and the holy stars, Long shadows when the pale moon soars on high, One far lone night bird singing from the hill, And utter rest from Day's discordant jars; O soul of mine!
text_transcription: COOL DARKNESS SILENCE AND THE HOLY STARS LONG SHADOWS WHEN THE PALE MOON SOARS ON HIGH ONE FAR LONE NIGHT BIRD SINGING FROM THE HILL ANDUTTER REST FROM DAY'S DISCORDANT JARS O SOUL OF MINE
phonemes: kˈuːl dˈɑːɹknəs, sˈaɪləns, ænd ðə hˈoʊli stˈɑːɹz, lˈɔŋ ʃˈædoʊz wɛn ðə pˈeɪl mˈuːn sˈɔːɹz ˌɔn hˈaɪ, wˈʌn fˈɑːɹ lˈoʊn nˈaɪt bˈɜːd sˈɪŋɪŋ fɹʌmðə hˈɪl, ænd ˈʌɾɚ ɹˈɛst fɹʌm dˈeɪz dɪskˈɔːɹdənt dʒˈɑːɹz; ˈoʊ sˈoʊl ʌv mˈaɪn!