text_original: And down from marble terraces Veiled ladies slowly pass, And, entering antique barges, Glide down the streets of glass; And eyes filled with the dew and fire Of their own midnight sky, Gleam full on me, as silently The gondolas float by.
text_transcription: AND DOWN FROM MARBLE TERRACES VEILED LADIES SLOWLY PASS AND ENTERING ANTIQUE BARGES GLIDE DOWN THE STREETS OF GLASS AND EYES FILLED WITH DEW AND FIRE OF THEIR OWN MIDNIGHT SKY GLEAM FULL ON ME AS SILENTLY THE GONDOLAS FLOAT BY
phonemes: ænd dˌaʊn fɹʌm mˈɑːɹbəl tˈɛɹɪsᵻz vˈeɪld lˈeɪdiz slˈoʊli pˈæs, ænd, ˈɛntɚɹɪŋ æntˈiːk bˈɑːɹdʒᵻz, ɡlˈaɪd dˌaʊn ðə stɹˈiːts ʌv ɡlˈæs; ænd ˈaɪz fˈɪld wɪððə dˈuː ænd fˈaɪɚɹ ʌv ðɛɹ ˈoʊn mˈɪdnaɪt skˈaɪ, ɡlˈiːm fˈʊl ˈɔn mˌiː, æz sˈaɪləntli ðə ɡəndˈoʊləz flˈoʊt bˈaɪ.