text_original: A sky of blue and grey; Some stormy clouds that play At scurrying up with ragged edge, then laughing blow away, Just leaving in their trail Some snatches of a gale; To whistling summer winds we lift a single daring sail.
text_transcription: A SKY OF BLUE AND GRAY SOME STORMY CLOUDS THAT PLAY AT SCURRYING UP WITH RAGGED EDGE THEN LAUGHING BLOW AWAY JUST LEAVING THEIR TRAIL SOME SNATCHES OF A GALE TO WHISTLING SUMMER WINDS WE LIFT A SINGLE DARING SAIL
phonemes: ɐ skˈaɪ ʌv blˈuː ænd ɡɹˈeɪ; sˌʌm stˈɔːɹmi klˈaʊdz ðæt plˈeɪ æt skˈɜːɹiɪŋ ˌʌp wɪð ɹˈæɡᵻd ˈɛdʒ, ðˈɛn lˈæfɪŋ blˈoʊ ɐwˈeɪ, dʒˈʌst lˈiːvɪŋ ɪn ðɛɹ tɹˈeɪl sˌʌm snˈætʃᵻz əvə ɡˈeɪl; tə wˈɪsəlɪŋ sˈʌmɚ wˈɪndz wiː lˈɪft ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl dˈɛɹɪŋ sˈeɪl.