text_original: Going  the great round Sun, Dragging the captive Day Over behind the frowning hill, Over beyond the bay,   Dying: Coming  the dusky Night, Silently stealing in, Wrapping himself in the soft warm couch Where the golden haired Day hath been Lying.
text_transcription: GOING THE GREAT ROUND SUN DRAGGING THE CAPTIVE DAY OVER BEHIND THE FROWNING HILL OVER BEYOND THE BAY DYING COMING THE DUSKY NIGHT SILENTLY STEALING IN WRAPPING HIMSELF IN THE SOFT WARM COUCH WHERE THE GOLDEN HAIRED DAY HATH BEEN LYING
phonemes: ɡˌoʊɪŋ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈaʊnd sˈʌn, dɹˈæɡɪŋ ðə kˈæptɪv dˈeɪ ˌoʊvɚ bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə fɹˈaʊnɪŋ hˈɪl, ˌoʊvɚ bᵻjˌɔnd ðə bˈeɪ,   dˈaɪɪŋ: kˈʌmɪŋ ðə dˈʌski nˈaɪt, sˈaɪləntli stˈiːlɪŋ ˈɪn, ɹˈæpɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ɪnðə sˈɔft wˈɔːɹm kˈaʊtʃ wˌɛɹ ðə ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛɹd dˈeɪ hæθ bˌɪn lˈaɪɪŋ.