text_original: The sky was purer than all limpid thought; Insect and bird Swept through the golden texture of the air, Unheard; Our kisses were so fair they brought Exaltation to both light and bird.
text_transcription: THE SKY WAS PURER THAN ALL LIMPID THOUGHT INSECT AND BIRD SWEPT THROUGH THE GOLDEN TEXTURE OF THE AIR UNHEARD OUR KISSES WERE SO FAIR THEY BROUGHT EXALTATION TO BOTH LIGHT AND BIRD
phonemes: ðə skˈaɪ wʌz pjˈʊɹɹɚ ðɐn ˈɔːl lˈɪmpɪd θˈɔːt; ˈɪnsɛkt ænd bˈɜːd swˈɛpt θɹuː ðə ɡˈoʊldən tˈɛkstʃɚɹ ʌvðɪ ˈɛɹ, ʌnhˈɜːd; ˌaʊɚ kˈɪsᵻz wɜː sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ ðeɪ bɹˈɔːt ɛɡzɐltˈeɪʃən tə bˈoʊθ lˈaɪt ænd bˈɜːd.