text_original: A deep crumpled gossamer web, Fringed with the fangs of a snake. The wind swirls it down from the leperous boughs. It shimmers on clay hill and lake, With the gleam of great bubbles of blood, Or coiled like a rainbow shell.... I feast on the stem of the Leaf as I march. I am burning with Heaven and Hell.
text_transcription: A DEEP CRUMPLED GOSSAMER WEB FRINGED WITH THE FANGS OF A SNAKE THE WIND SWIRLS IT DOWN FROM LEPROUS BOUGHS IT SHIMMERS ON CLAY HILL AND LAKE WHERE THE GLEAM OF GREAT BUBBLES OF BLOOD ARE COILED LIKE A RAINBOW SHELL I FEAST ON THE STEM OF THE LEAF AS I MARCH I AM BURNING WITH HEAVEN AND HELL
phonemes: ɐ dˈiːp kɹˈʌmpəld ɡˈɑːsəmɚ wˈɛb, fɹˈɪndʒd wɪððə fˈæŋz əvə snˈeɪk. ðə wˈɪnd swˈɜːlz ɪt dˌaʊn fɹʌmðə lˈɛpɚɹəs bˈaʊz. ɪt ʃˈɪmɚz ˌɔn klˈeɪ hˈɪl ænd lˈeɪk, wɪððə ɡlˈiːm ʌv ɡɹˈeɪt bˈʌbəlz ʌv blˈʌd, ɔːɹ kˈɔɪld lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈeɪnboʊ ʃˈɛl.... aɪ fˈiːst ɔnðə stˈɛm ʌvðə lˈiːf æz aɪ mˈɑːɹtʃ. aɪɐm bˈɜːnɪŋ wɪð hˈɛvən ænd hˈɛl.