text_original: All day this desert murmured with their toils, Till twilight blushed, and lovers walked, and wooed In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremembered form, Gave the soft winds a voice.
text_transcription: ALL DAY THIS DESERT MURMURED WITH THEIR TOILS TILL TWILIGHT BLUSHED AND LOVERS WALKED AND WOOED IN A FORGOTTEN LANGUAGE AND OLD TUNES FROM INSTRUMENTS OF UNREMEMBERED FORM GAVE THE SOFT WINDS A VOICE
phonemes: ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ðɪs dˈɛzɚt mˈɜːmɚd wɪð ðɛɹ tˈɔɪlz, tˈɪl twˈaɪlaɪt blˈʌʃt, ænd lˈʌvɚz wˈɔːkt, ænd wˈuːd ɪn ɐ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ, ænd ˈoʊld tˈuːnz, fɹʌm ˈɪnstɹəmənts ʌv ˌʌnɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd fˈɔːɹm, ɡˈeɪv ðə sˈɔft wˈɪndz ɐ vˈɔɪs.