text_original: So dies that far magnificence of light, A conquered splendor on a crumbling pyre, Mid fall of crimson temples from their height And ruined altars yielding up their fire. 104 THE EVANESCENT CITY So fades that city, one with all that finds The nameless road that Beauty takes at last  One with her dust upon the twilight winds And all her music mingling with the Past.
text_transcription: SO DIES THAT FAR MAGNIFICENCE OF LIGHT A CONQUERED SPLENDOR ON A CRUMBLING PYRE MID FALL OF CRIMSON TEMPLES FROM THEIR HEIGHT AND RUINED ALTARS YIELDING UP THEIR FIRE SO FADES THAT CITY ONE WITH ALL THAT FINDS THE NAMELESS ROAD THAT BEAUTY TAKES AT LAST ONE WITH HER DUST UPON THE TWILIGHT WINDS AND ALL HER MUSIC MINGLING WITH THE PAST
phonemes: sˌoʊ dˈaɪz ðæt fˈɑːɹ mæɡnˈɪfɪsəns ʌv lˈaɪt, ɐ kˈɑːŋkɚd splˈɛndɚɹ ˌɔn ɐ kɹˈʌmblɪŋ pˈaɪɚ, mˈɪd fˈɔːl ʌv kɹˈɪmsən tˈɛmpəlz fɹʌm ðɛɹ hˈaɪt ænd ɹˈuːɪnd ˈɔltɚz jˈiːldɪŋ ˌʌp ðɛɹ fˈaɪɚ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹ ðɪ ˌɛvənˈɛsənt sˈɪɾi sˌoʊ fˈeɪdz ðæt sˈɪɾi, wˈʌn wɪð ˈɔːl ðæt fˈaɪndz ðə nˈeɪmləs ɹˈoʊd ðæt bjˈuːɾi tˈeɪks æt lˈæst wˈʌn wɪð hɜː dˈʌst əpˌɑːn ðə twˈaɪlaɪt wˈɪndz ænd ˈɔːl hɜː mjˈuːzɪk mˈɪŋɡəlɪŋ wɪððə pˈæst.