text_original: Yet now the dew drop, now the morning gray Shall live their little lucid, sober day; Ere with the Sun their souls exhale away.
text_transcription: YET NOW THE DEWDROP NOW THE MORNING GRAY SHALL LIVE THEIR LITTLE LUCID SOBER DAY ERE WITH THE SUN THEIR SOULS EXHAL AWAY
phonemes: jˈɛt nˈaʊ ðə dˈuː dɹˈɑːp, nˈaʊ ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪ ʃˌæl lˈɪv ðɛɹ lˈɪɾəl lˈuːsɪd, sˈoʊbɚ dˈeɪ; ˈɛɹ wɪððə sˈʌn ðɛɹ sˈoʊlz ɛkshˈeɪl ɐwˈeɪ.