text_original: 104 TWILIGHT IN THE GARDEN The scent of the earth is moist and good In the dewy shade Of the tall, dark poplars whose slender tops Against the sunset bloom are laid, And a robin is whistling in the copse By the dim spruce wood.
text_transcription: READ FOR LIVERBOXTE ORIK BY LENA MARIE THE SCENT OF THE EARTH IS MOIST AND GOOD IN THE DEWY SHADE OF THE TALL DARK POPULARS WHOSE SLENDER TOPS AGAINST THE SUNSET BLOOM ARE LAID AND A ROBIN IS WHISTLING IN THE COPSE BY THE DIM SPRUCE WOOD
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹ twˈaɪlaɪt ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ðə sˈɛnt ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ ɪz mˈɔɪst ænd ɡˈʊd ɪnðə dˈuːi ʃˈeɪd ʌvðə tˈɔːl, dˈɑːɹk pˈɑːplɚz hˌuːz slˈɛndɚ tˈɑːps ɐɡˈɛnst ðə sˈʌnsɛt blˈuːm ɑːɹ lˈeɪd, ænd ɐ ɹˈɑːbɪn ɪz wˈɪsəlɪŋ ɪnðə kˈɑːps baɪ ðə dˈɪm spɹˈuːs wˈʊd.