text_original: They come to us uncalled, as we sit alone in the gloaming, or wander alone over the desolate down, or by the long sea shore. The poem we read is suddenly illuminated with the soul of the poet: the printed page becomes a message from the immortal mind.
text_transcription: THEY COME TO US UNCALLED AS WE SIT ALONE IN THE GLOAMING OR WANDER ALONE OVER THE DESOLATE DOWN OR BY THE LONG SEA SHORE THE POEM WE READ IS SUDDENLY ILLUMINATED WITH THE SOUL OF THE POET THE PRINTED PAGE BECOMES A MESSAGE FROM THE IMMORTAL MIND
phonemes: ðeɪ kˈʌm tʊ ˌʌs ʌŋkˈɔːld, æz wiː sˈɪt ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə ɡlˈoʊmɪŋ, ɔːɹ wˈɔndɚɹ ɐlˈoʊn ˌoʊvɚ ðə dˈɛsələt dˈaʊn, ɔːɹ baɪ ðə lˈɔŋ sˈiː ʃˈɔːɹ. ðə pˈoʊᵻm wiː ɹˈiːd ɪz sˈʌdənli ɪlˈuːmᵻnˌeɪɾᵻd wɪððə sˈoʊl ʌvðə pˈoʊɪt: ðə pɹˈɪntᵻd pˈeɪdʒ bɪkˌʌmz ɐ mˈɛsɪdʒ fɹʌmðɪ ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl mˈaɪnd.