text_original: Tree by tree the forest Takes the golden tinge, As the shafts of glory Pierce the summit's fringe. Rock by rock the ledges Take the rosy sheen, As the tide of splendor Floods the dark ravine.
text_transcription: TREE BY TREE THE FOREST TAKES THE GOLDEN TINGE AS THE SHAFT'S GLORY PIERCE THE SUMMIT'S FRINGE ROCK BY ROCK THE LEDGES TAKE THE ROSY SHEEN AS A TIDE OF SPLENDOUR FLOODS THE DARK RAVINE
phonemes: tɹˈiː baɪ tɹˈiː ðə fˈɔːɹɪst tˈeɪks ðə ɡˈoʊldən tˈɪndʒ, æz ðə ʃˈæfts ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi pˈɪɹs ðə sˈʌmɪts fɹˈɪndʒ. ɹˈɑːk baɪ ɹˈɑːk ðə lˈɛdʒᵻz tˈeɪk ðə ɹˈoʊzi ʃˈiːn, æz ðə tˈaɪd ʌv splˈɛndɚ flˈʌdz ðə dˈɑːɹk ɹəvˈiːn.