text_original: And here he paused, and against the trunk Of a tall gray linden leant, When the broad clear orb of the sun had sunk From his path in the frosty firmament, And over the round dark edge of the hill A cold green light was quivering still.
text_transcription: AND HERE HE PAUSED AND AGAINST THE TRUNK OF A TALL GREY LINDEN LAND WHEN THE BROAD CLEAR ORB OF THE SUN HAD SUNK FROM HIS PATH IN THE FROSTY FIRMAMENT AND OVER THE ROUND DARK EDGE OF THE HILL A COLD GREEN LIGHT WAS QUIVERING STILL
phonemes: ænd hˈɪɹ hiː pˈɔːzd, ænd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə tɹˈʌŋk əvə tˈɔːl ɡɹˈeɪ lˈɪndən lˈɛnt, wˌɛn ðə bɹˈɔːd klˈɪɹ ˈɔːɹb ʌvðə sˈʌn hæd sˈʌŋk fɹʌm hɪz pˈæθ ɪnðə fɹˈɔsti fˈɜːməmənt, ænd ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈaʊnd dˈɑːɹk ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə hˈɪl ɐ kˈoʊld ɡɹˈiːn lˈaɪt wʌz kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ stˈɪl.