text_original: Lavishly it gives it us In light that cleaves To every movement of its thousand hands Of palms and leaves. And the good shade where it accepts, After long journeyings, Our steps, Pours on the weary limb A force of life and sweetness like Its mosses dim.
text_transcription: LAVISHLY IT GIVES IT US IN LIGHT THAT CLEAVES TO EVERY MOVEMENT OF ITS THOUSAND HANDS OF PALMS AND LEAVES AND THE GOOD SHADEWAY IT ACCEPTS AFTER LONG JOURNEYINGS OUR STEPS POURS ON THE WEARY LIMB A FORCE OF LIFE AND SWEETNESS LIKE ITS MOSSES DIM
phonemes: lˈævɪʃli ɪt ɡˈɪvz ɪɾ ˌʌs ɪn lˈaɪt ðæt klˈiːvz tʊ ˈɛvɹi mˈuːvmənt ʌv ɪts θˈaʊzənd hˈændz ʌv pˈɑːmz ænd lˈiːvz. ænd ðə ɡˈʊd ʃˈeɪd wˌɛɹ ɪɾ ɐksˈɛpts, ˈæftɚ lˈɔŋ dʒˈɜːniɪŋz, ˌaʊɚ stˈɛps, pˈɔːɹz ɔnðə wˈɪɹi lˈɪm ɐ fˈɔːɹs ʌv lˈaɪf ænd swˈiːtnəs lˈaɪk ɪts mˈɔsᵻz dˈɪm.