text_original: And even thus our city of a year Must pass like those the shafted sunsets build, Fleeting as all fair things and, fleeting, dear A rainbow fallen and an anthem stilled. 105 THE EVANESCENT CITY A rainbow fallen but within the soul Its deep, indubitable iris burns; And anthem stilled yet for its ghostly goal The incommunicable music yearns.
text_transcription: AND EVEN THUS OUR CITY OF A YEAR MUST PASS LIKE THOSE THE SHA SHAFT ITS SUNSETS BUILD FLEETING AS ALL FAIR THINGS AND FLEETING DEAR A RAINBOW FALLEN AND AN ANTHEM STILLED A RAINBOW FALLEN BUT WITHIN THE SOUL ITS DEEP INDUBITABLE IRIS BURNS AND ANTHEM STILLED YET FOR ITS GHOSTLY GOAL THE INCOMMUNICABLE MUSIC YEARNS
phonemes: ænd ˈiːvən ðˈʌs ˌaʊɚ sˈɪɾi əvə jˈɪɹ mˈʌst pˈæs lˈaɪk ðoʊz ðə ʃˈæftᵻd sˈʌnsɛts bˈɪld, flˈiːɾɪŋ æz ˈɔːl fˈɛɹ θˈɪŋz ænd, flˈiːɾɪŋ, dˈɪɹ ɐ ɹˈeɪnboʊ fˈɔːlən ænd ɐn ˈænθəm stˈɪld. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈaɪv ðɪ ˌɛvənˈɛsənt sˈɪɾi ɐ ɹˈeɪnboʊ fˈɔːlən bˌʌt wɪðˌɪn ðə sˈoʊl ɪts dˈiːp, ɪndˈuːbɪɾəbəl ˈaɪɹɪs bˈɜːnz; ænd ˈænθəm stˈɪld jˈɛt fɔːɹ ɪts ɡˈoʊstli ɡˈoʊl ðɪ ɪŋkəmjˈuːnɪkəbəl mjˈuːzɪk jˈɜːnz.