text_original: If, on each breeze that bloweth east or west, To thee, on swiftest wing, my spirit flies ? We are not far apart, and ne'er shall be ! 248 TO ZULMA For Love, like God, knoweth not time, nor space, And it is freer than the viewless air ; And well I know, beloved, that if we Trod different planets in yon starry space We should reach out, and find each other there
text_transcription: IF ON EACH BREEZE THAT BLOWETH EAST OR WEST TO THEE ON SWIFTEST WING MY SPIRIT FLIES WE ARE NOT FAR APART AND NEVER SHALL BE FOR LOVE LIKE GOD KNOWETH NOT TIME NOR SPACE AND IT IS FREER THAN THE VIEWLESS AIR AND WELL I KNOW BE LOVED THAT IF WE TROD DIFFERENT PLANETS IN YON STARRY SPACE WE SHOULD REACH OUT AND FIND EACH OTHER THERE
phonemes: ɪf, ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ bɹˈiːz ðæt blˈoʊəθ ˈiːst ɔːɹ wˈɛst, tə ðˈiː, ˌɔn swˈɪftɪst wˈɪŋ, maɪ spˈɪɹɪt flˈaɪz ? wiː ɑːɹ nˌɑːt fˈɑːɹ ɐpˈɑːɹt, ænd nˈɛɹ ʃˌæl bˈiː ! tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt tuː zˈʌlmə fɔːɹ lˈʌv, lˈaɪk ɡˈɑːd, nˈoʊəθ nˌɑːt tˈaɪm, nˈɔːɹ spˈeɪs, ænd ɪɾ ɪz fɹˈiːɚ ðɐn ðə vjˈuːləs ˈɛɹ ; ænd wˈɛl aɪ nˈoʊ, bᵻlˈʌvd, ðæt ɪf wiː tɹˈɑːd dˈɪfɹənt plˈænɪts ɪn jˈɑːn stˈɑːɹi spˈeɪs wiː ʃˌʊd ɹˈiːtʃ ˈaʊt, ænd fˈaɪnd ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ ðˈɛɹ