text_original: [17] Vigils THE NIGHT COMETH My garden walks were smooth and green And edged with box trees left and right, An old grey sun dial stood between Two rounded bee hives, low and white.
text_transcription: BY SONYA THE NIGHT COMETH MY GARDEN WALKS WERE SMOOTH AND GREEN AND EDGED WITH BOX TREES LEFT AND RIGHT AN OLD GRAY SUN DIAL STOOD BETWEEN TWO ROUNDED BEE HIVES LOW AND WHITE
phonemes: [sˈɛvəntˌiːn] vˈɪdʒɪlz ðə nˈaɪt kˈʌməθ maɪ ɡˈɑːɹdən wˈɔːks wɜː smˈuːð ænd ɡɹˈiːn ænd ˈɛdʒd wɪð bˈɑːks tɹˈiːz lˈɛft ænd ɹˈaɪt, ɐn ˈoʊld ɡɹˈeɪ sˈʌn dˈaɪəl stˈʊd bᵻtwˌiːn tˈuː ɹˈaʊndᵻd bˈiː hˈaɪvz, lˈoʊ ænd wˈaɪt.