text_original: It seemed as though a happiness at once Had skied itself and wished the heavens entire For its resplendent fire; And life, all pulsing life, had entered in, Into the fissures of our beings to the core, To fling them higher.
text_transcription: IT SEEMED AS THOUGH A HAPPINESS AT ONCE HAD SKYED ITSELF AND WISHED THE HEAVENS ENTIRE FOR ITS RESPLENDENT FIRE AND LIFE ALL PULSING LIFE HAD ENTERED IN INTO THE FISSURES OF OUR BEINGS TO THE COOL TO FLING THEM HIGHER
phonemes: ɪt sˈiːmd æz ðˌoʊ ɐ hˈæpɪnəs ɐtwˈʌns hæd skˈiːd ɪtsˈɛlf ænd wˈɪʃt ðə hˈɛvənz ɛntˈaɪɚ fɔːɹ ɪts ɹᵻsplˈɛndənt fˈaɪɚ; ænd lˈaɪf, ˈɔːl pˈʌlsɪŋ lˈaɪf, hæd ˈɛntɚd ˈɪn, ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈɪʃɚz ʌv ˌaʊɚ bˈiːɪŋz tə ðə kˈɔːɹ, tə flˈɪŋ ðˌɛm hˈaɪɚ.