text_original: Space, with arms of burning clarity, Drunk and fervent, sobbing, led me on, And I have gone down there  I know not where   Where all my captive cries did free my steps; I bring you life and beauty of the plains; Take from me their free and bounteous breath; Storms have laid caresses on my hands, And air and light and perfume are in me.
text_transcription: SPACE WITH ARMS OF BURNING CLARITY DRUNK AND FERVENT SOBBING LED ME ON AND I HAVE GONE DOWN THERE I KNOW NOT WHERE WHERE ALL MY CAPTIVE CRIES DID FREE MY STEPS I BRING YOU LIFE AND BEAUTY OF THE PLAINS TAKE FROM ME THEIR FREE AND BOUNTEOUS BREATH STORMS HAVE LAID CARESSES ON MY HANDS AND AIR AND LIGHT AND PERFUME ARE IN ME
phonemes: spˈeɪs, wɪð ˈɑːɹmz ʌv bˈɜːnɪŋ klˈæɹᵻɾi, dɹˈʌŋk ænd fˈɜːvənt, sˈɑːbɪŋ, lˈɛd mˌiː ˈɔn, ænd aɪ hæv ɡɔn dˌaʊn ðɛɹ aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt wˌɛɹ wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl maɪ kˈæptɪv kɹˈaɪz dˈɪd fɹˈiː maɪ stˈɛps; aɪ bɹˈɪŋ juː lˈaɪf ænd bjˈuːɾi ʌvðə plˈeɪnz; tˈeɪk fɹʌm mˌiː ðɛɹ fɹˈiː ænd bˈaʊntiəs bɹˈɛθ; stˈɔːɹmz hæv lˈeɪd kɚɹˈɛsᵻz ˌɔn maɪ hˈændz, ænd ˈɛɹ ænd lˈaɪt ænd pˈɜːfjuːm ɑːɹ ɪn mˌiː.