text_original: 82 A TRAIN That traverses Europe's central plain 1 — Thousands of miles through the moulded furrows Twinkling in sunset ; as night grows brown A Power comes down, Stretches its wings on the infinite plain, Strains to the earth : one bows to its reign, And prays and prays through the thousand furrows For a heart subdued To the heart of that infinite solitude.
text_transcription: A TRAIN THAT TRAVERSES EUROPE'S CENTRAL PLAIN THOUSANDS OF MILES THROUGH THE MOULDED FURROWS TWINKLING IN SUNSET AS NIGHT GROWS BROWN A POWER COMES DOWN STRETCHES ITS WINGS ON THE INFINITE PLAIN STRAINS TO THE EARTH ONE BOWS TO ITS RAIN AND PRAYS AND PRAISE TO THE THOUSAND FURROWS FOR A HEART SUBDUED TO THE HEART OF THAT INFINITE SOLITUDE
phonemes: ˈeɪɾi tˈuː ɐ tɹˈeɪn ðæt tɹɐvˈɜːsᵻz jˈʊɹɹəps sˈɛntɹəl plˈeɪn wˈʌn — θˈaʊzəndz ʌv mˈaɪlz θɹuː ðə mˈoʊldᵻd fˈɜːɹoʊz twˈɪŋklɪŋ ɪn sˈʌnsɛt ; æz nˈaɪt ɡɹˈoʊz bɹˈaʊn ɐ pˈaʊɚ kˈʌmz dˈaʊn, stɹˈɛtʃᵻz ɪts wˈɪŋz ɔnðɪ ˈɪnfɪnət plˈeɪn, stɹˈeɪnz tə ðɪ ˈɜːθ : wˈʌn bˈoʊz tʊ ɪts ɹˈeɪn, ænd pɹˈeɪz ænd pɹˈeɪz θɹuː ðə θˈaʊzənd fˈɜːɹoʊz fɚɹə hˈɑːɹt sʌbdˈuːd tə ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv ðæt ˈɪnfɪnət sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd.