PoemP. CampbellThe Autumn gloaming deepens into night;Black 'gainst the slowly-fading orange light,On withered bough a lonely crow is sitting i
← LibraryP. Campbell · songPoemlyrics: Clara A. Walsh after Matsuo BashōAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongPoemlyrics: Clara A. Walsh after Matsuo BashōTheðəAutumnˈɔːtʌmgloamingɡlˈəʊmɪŋdeepensdˈiːpənzintoˈɪntʊnightnˈaɪt;Blackblˈæk'gainstəˈɡɛnsttheðəslowly-fadingorangeˈɒɹɪndʒlightlˈaɪt,Onˈɒnwitheredwˈɪðədboughbˈaʊaeɪ̯lonelylˈəʊnlicrowkɹˈəʊisˈɪzsittingsˈɪtɪŋiˈaɪ