text_original: There lies the world, my darling, full of wonder and wistfulness and strange Recognition and greetings of half acquaint things, as I greet the cloud Of blue palace aloft there, among misty indefinite dreams that range At the back of my life's horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.
text_transcription: THERE LIES THE WORLD MY DARLING FULL OF WONDER AND WISTFULNESS AND STRANGE RECOGNITION AND GREETINGS OF HALF ACQUAINT THINGS AS I GREET THE CLOUD OF BLUE PALACE ALOFT THERE AMONG MISTY INDEFINITE DREAMS THAT RANGE AT THE BACK OF MY LIFE'S HORIZON WHERE THE DREAMINGS OF PAST LIFE'S CROWD
phonemes: ðɛɹ lˈaɪz ðə wˈɜːld, maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ, fˈʊl ʌv wˈʌndɚ ænd wˈɪstfəlnəs ænd stɹˈeɪndʒ ɹˌɛkəɡnˈɪʃən ænd ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋz ʌv hˈæf ɐkwˈeɪnt θˈɪŋz, æz aɪ ɡɹˈiːt ðə klˈaʊd ʌv blˈuː pˈælɪs ɐlˈɔft ðˈɛɹ, ɐmˌʌŋ mˈɪsti ɪndˈɛfɪnət dɹˈiːmz ðæt ɹˈeɪndʒ æt ðə bˈæk ʌv maɪ lˈaɪfz hɚɹˈaɪzən, wˌɛɹ ðə dɹˈiːmɪŋz ʌv pˈæst lˈaɪvz kɹˈaʊd.