text_original: A youth, that morn, 'neath other skies, Felt sudden tears burn in his eyes, And his heart throng with memories; All things without him seemed to win Strange brotherhood with things within, And he forever felt that he Walked in the midst of mystery, And thenceforth, why, he could not tell, His heart would curdle at the smell Of his once cherished lily bell.
text_transcription: A YOUTH THAT MORN NEATH OTHER SKIES FELT SUDDEN TEARS BURN IN HIS EYES AND HIS HEART THRONG WITH MEMORIES ALL THINGS WITHOUT HIM SEEMED TO WIN STRANGE BROTHERHOOD WITH THINGS WITHIN AND HE FOREVER FELT THAT HE WALKED IN THE MIDST OF MYSTERY AND THENCEFORTH WHY HE COULD NOT TELL HIS HEART WOULD CURDLE AT THE SMELL OF HIS ONCE CHERISHED LILY BELL
phonemes: ɐ jˈuːθ, ðæt mˈɔːɹn, nˈiːθ ˈʌðɚ skˈaɪz, fˈɛlt sˈʌdən tˈɪɹz bˈɜːn ɪn hɪz ˈaɪz, ænd hɪz hˈɑːɹt θɹˈɔŋ wɪð mˈɛmɚɹiz; ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz wɪðˌaʊt hˌɪm sˈiːmd tə wˈɪn stɹˈeɪndʒ bɹˈʌðɚhˌʊd wɪð θˈɪŋz wɪðˈɪn, ænd hiː fɚɹˈɛvɚ fˈɛlt ðæt hiː wˈɔːkt ɪnðə mˈɪdst ʌv mˈɪstɚɹi, ænd ðɛnsfˈɔːɹθ, wˈaɪ, hiː kʊd nˌɑːt tˈɛl, hɪz hˈɑːɹt wʊd kˈɜːdəl æt ðə smˈɛl ʌv hɪz wˈʌns tʃˈɛɹɪʃt lˈɪli bˈɛl.