text_original: The hawthorn shakes a ghostly head And breathes of death at fullest noon. [i8] Vigils "The Night Cometh," the sun dial said — The night can never come too soon.
text_transcription: THE HAWTHORN SHAKES A GHOSTLY HEAD AND BREATHES OF DEATH AT FULLEST NOON THE NIGHT COMETH THE SUN DIAL SAD THE NIGHT CAN NEVER COME TOO SOON
phonemes: ðə hˈɔːθɔːɹn ʃˈeɪks ɐ ɡˈoʊstli hˈɛd ænd bɹˈiːðz ʌv dˈɛθ æt fˈʊlɪst nˈuːn. [ˈaɪ ˈeɪt] vˈɪdʒɪlz "ðə nˈaɪt kˈʌməθ," ðə sˈʌn dˈaɪəl sˈɛd — ðə nˈaɪt kæn nˈɛvɚ kˈʌm tˈuː sˈuːn.