text_original: Close the downy dowagers nestle on the bough While the timorous voices soften low with dread, And we, walking underneath, little reckon their Mysteries are couching in the tree tops overhead.
text_transcription: CLOSE TO DOWNY DOWAGERS NESTLE ON THE BOUGH WHILE THE TIMOROUS VOICES SOFTEN LOW WITH DREAD AND WE WALKING UNDERNEATH LITTLE RECKON THE MYSTERIES ARE COUCHING IN THE TREE TOPS OVERHEAD
phonemes: klˈoʊs ðə dˈaʊni dˈaʊɪdʒɚz nˈɛsəl ɔnðə bˈaʊ wˌaɪl ðə tˈɪmɚɹəs vˈɔɪsᵻz sˈɔfən lˈoʊ wɪð dɹˈɛd, ænd wiː, wˈɔːkɪŋ ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ, lˈɪɾəl ɹˈɛkən ðɛɹ mˈɪstɚɹiz ɑːɹ kˈaʊtʃɪŋ ɪnðə tɹˈiː tˈɑːps ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd.