text_original: Real once more: for we had passed Through passion into thought again; Shaped our desires and made that fast Which was before a cloudy pain; Moulded the dimness, fixed, defined In a fair statue, strong and free, Twin bodies flaming into mind, Poised on the brink of ecstasy.
text_transcription: REAL ONCE MORE FOR WE HAD PASSED THROUGH PASSION INTO THOUGHT AGAIN SHAPED OUR DESIRES AND MADE THAT FAST WHICH WAS BEFORE A CLOUDY PANE MOULDED THE DIMNESS FIXED DEFINED IN A FAIR STATUE STRONG AND FREE TWIN BODIES FLAMING INTO MIND POISED ON THE BRINK OF ECSTASY
phonemes: ɹˈiːəl wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ: fɔːɹ wiː hæd pˈæst θɹuː pˈæʃən ˌɪntʊ θˈɔːt ɐɡˈɛn; ʃˈeɪpt ˌaʊɚ dɪzˈaɪɚz ænd mˌeɪd ðæt fˈæst wˌɪtʃ wʌz bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ klˈaʊdi pˈeɪn; mˈoʊldᵻd ðə dˈɪmnəs, fˈɪkst, dᵻfˈaɪnd ɪn ɐ fˈɛɹ stˈætʃuː, stɹˈɔŋ ænd fɹˈiː, twˈɪn bˈɑːdiz flˈeɪmɪŋ ˌɪntʊ mˈaɪnd, pˈɔɪzd ɔnðə bɹˈɪŋk ʌv ˈɛkstəsi.