text_original: A cloud hangs over, strange of shape, And, colored like the half ripe grape, Seems some uneven stain On heaven's azure, thin as crape, And blue as rain.
text_transcription: A CLOUD HANGS OVER STRANGE OF SHAPE AND COLOURED LIKE THE HALF RIPE GRAPE SEEMS SOME UNEVEN STAIN ON HEAVEN'S AZURE THIN AS CRAPE AND BLUE AS RAIN
phonemes: ɐ klˈaʊd hˈæŋz ˈoʊvɚ, stɹˈeɪndʒ ʌv ʃˈeɪp, ænd, kˈʌlɚd lˈaɪk ðə hˈæf ɹˈaɪp ɡɹˈeɪp, sˈiːmz sˌʌm ʌnˈiːvən stˈeɪn ˌɔn hˈɛvənz ˈæʒɚ, θˈɪn æz kɹˈeɪp, ænd blˈuː æz ɹˈeɪn.