text_original: NIGHT The sun descending in the West, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
text_transcription: NIGHT THE SUN DESCENDING IN THE WEST THE EVENING STAR DOES SHINE THE BIRDS ARE SILENT IN THEIR NEST AND I MUST SEEK FOR MINE THE MOON LIKE A FLOWER IN HEAVEN'S HIGH BOWER WITH SILENT DELIGHT SITS AND SMILES ON THE NIGHT
phonemes: nˈaɪt ðə sˈʌn dᵻsˈɛndɪŋ ɪnðə wˈɛst, ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ stˈɑːɹ dˈʌz ʃˈaɪn; ðə bˈɜːdz ɑːɹ sˈaɪlənt ɪn ðɛɹ nˈɛst, ænd aɪ mˈʌst sˈiːk fɔːɹ mˈaɪn. ðə mˈuːn, lˈaɪk ɐ flˈaʊɚɹ ɪn hˈɛvənz hˈaɪ bˈaʊɚ, wɪð sˈaɪlənt dᵻlˈaɪt, sˈɪts ænd smˈaɪlz ɔnðə nˈaɪt.