text_original: Delicious dark on weary eyelids prest ! Enormous solitude of silent space, But for a low and thunderous ocean sound. Too far to hear, felt thrilling through the ground.
text_transcription: DELICIOUS DARK ON WEARY ISLETS PREST ENORMOUS SOLITUDE OF SILENT SPACE BUT FOR A LOW AND THUNDEROUS OCEAN SOUND TOO FAR TO HEAR FELT THRILLING THROUGH THE GROUND
phonemes: dᵻlˈɪʃəs dˈɑːɹk ˌɔn wˈɪɹi ˈaɪlɪdz pɹˈɛst ! ɪnˈɔːɹməs sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd ʌv sˈaɪlənt spˈeɪs, bˌʌt fɚɹə lˈoʊ ænd θˈʌndɚɹəs ˈoʊʃən sˈaʊnd. tˈuː fˈɑːɹ tə hˈɪɹ, fˈɛlt θɹˈɪlɪŋ θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.