text_original: And the crescent moon, high over the green, From a sky of crimson shone, On that icy palace, whose towers were seen To sparkle as if with stars of their own; While the water fell with a hollow sound, 'Twixt the glistening pillars ranged around.
text_transcription: AND THE CRESCENT MOON HIGH OVER THE GREEN FROM A SKY OF CRIMSON SHONE ON THAT ICY PALACE WHOSE TOWERS WERE SEEN TO SPARKLE AS IF WITH STARS OF THEIR OWN WHILE THE WATER FELL WITH A HOLLOW SOUND TWIXT THE GLISTENING PILLARS RANGED AROUND
phonemes: ænd ðə kɹˈɛsənt mˈuːn, hˈaɪ ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɡɹˈiːn, fɹʌm ɐ skˈaɪ ʌv kɹˈɪmsən ʃˈɑːn, ˌɔn ðæt ˈaɪsi pˈælɪs, hˌuːz tˈaʊɚz wɜː sˈiːn tə spˈɑːɹkəl æz ɪf wɪð stˈɑːɹz ʌv ðɛɹ ˈoʊn; wˌaɪl ðə wˈɔːɾɚ fˈɛl wɪð ɐ hˈɑːloʊ sˈaʊnd, twˈɪkst ðə ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ pˈɪlɚz ɹˈeɪndʒd ɚɹˈaʊnd.