text_original: 48 THE HUMAN SKEIN. The far lights gleam across the bay, — They hold my soul in trance, For they tell of life with its grave and gay, And its strangely mixed romance. Each star point there means home and love, And strife and sorrow and pain, — The threads from below, and the threads from above, That mix in the human skein.
text_transcription: THE HUMAN SKEIN THE FIRELIGHTS GLEAM ACROSS THE BAY THEY HOLD MY SOUL IN TRANCE FOR THEY TELL OF LIFE WITH ITS GRAVE AND GAY AND ITS STRANGELY MIXED ROMANCE EACH STAR POINT THERE MEANS HOME AND LOVE AND STRIFE AND SORROW AND PAIN THE THREADS FROM BELOW AND THE THREADS FROM ABOVE THAT MIX IN THE HUMAN SKEIN
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt ðə hjˈuːmən skˈeɪn. ðə fˈɑːɹ lˈaɪts ɡlˈiːm əkɹˌɑːs ðə bˈeɪ, — ðeɪ hˈoʊld maɪ sˈoʊl ɪn tɹˈæns, fɔːɹ ðeɪ tˈɛl ʌv lˈaɪf wɪð ɪts ɡɹˈeɪv ænd ɡˈeɪ, ænd ɪts stɹˈeɪndʒli mˈɪkst ɹoʊmˈæns. ˈiːtʃ stˈɑːɹ pˈɔɪnt ðɛɹ mˈiːnz hˈoʊm ænd lˈʌv, ænd stɹˈaɪf ænd sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd pˈeɪn, — ðə θɹˈɛdz fɹʌm bᵻlˈoʊ, ænd ðə θɹˈɛdz fɹʌm əbˈʌv, ðæt mˈɪks ɪnðə hjˈuːmən skˈeɪn.