text_original: I THINK of our talk how it drifted, As we walked in your garden ground, With the hem of your skirt just lifted, To wade in some subject profound, — How the socialist folk were proposing To manage the steeds of the sun ; And our psychical friends were disclosing A soul and a life to come ; And you talked on the marble rail leaning.
text_transcription: I THINK OF OUR TALK HOW IT DRIFTED AS WE WALKED IN YOUR GARDEN GROUND WITH THE HEM OF YOUR SKIRT JUST LIFTED TO WADE IN SOME SUBJECT PROFOUND HOW THE SOCIALIST CLUBS WERE PROPOSING TO MANAGE THE STEEDS OF THE SUN AND THE PSYCHICAL FOLK WERE DISCLOSING A SOUL AND A LIFE TO COME AND YOU TALKED ON THE MARBLE RAIL LEANING
phonemes: aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ˌaʊɚ tˈɔːk hˌaʊ ɪt dɹˈɪftᵻd, æz wiː wˈɔːkt ɪn jʊɹ ɡˈɑːɹdən ɡɹˈaʊnd, wɪððə hˈɛm ʌv jʊɹ skˈɜːt dʒˈʌst lˈɪftᵻd, tə wˈeɪd ɪn sˌʌm sˈʌbdʒɛkt pɹəfˈaʊnd, — hˌaʊ ðə sˈoʊʃəlˌɪst fˈoʊk wɜː pɹəpˈoʊzɪŋ tə mˈænɪdʒ ðə stˈiːdz ʌvðə sˈʌn ; ænd ˌaʊɚ sˈaɪkɪkəl fɹˈɛndz wɜː dɪsklˈoʊzɪŋ ɐ sˈoʊl ænd ɐ lˈaɪf tə kˈʌm ; ænd juː tˈɔːkt ɔnðə mˈɑːɹbəl ɹˈeɪl lˈiːnɪŋ.