text_original: To morrow hovers just before, A bright winged shape, and lures me on, Till in my zeal to grasp and know her, I drop To day, and she is gone.
text_transcription: TO MORROW HOVERS JUST BEFORE A BRIGHT WINGED SHAPE AND DEALS ME ON TILL IN MY ZEAL TO GRASP AND KNOW HER I DROP TO DAY AND SHE IS GONE
phonemes: tə mˈɑːɹoʊ hˈʌvɚz dʒˈʌst bᵻfˈɔːɹ, ɐ bɹˈaɪt wˈɪŋd ʃˈeɪp, ænd lˈʊɹz mˌiː ˈɔn, tˈɪl ɪn maɪ zˈiːl tə ɡɹˈæsp ænd nˈoʊ hɜː, aɪ dɹˈɑːp tə dˈeɪ, ænd ʃiː ɪz ɡˈɔn.