text_original: 74 ILLUSION I am alone in this grey shadowland, This world of phantoms I can never know, This throng of seekers wandering to and fro, Moved by a hidden god s unheard command; And tho we knew the clasp of eye and hand, We watchers of the planet s passing show, Yet soon the "now" Shall be the "long ago," And soon the prow shall grate on Lethe s strand.
text_transcription: A ILLUSION I AM ALONE IN THIS GRAY SHADOW LAND THIS WORLD OF PHANTOMS I CAN NEVER KNOW THIS THRONG OF SEEKERS WANDERING TO AND FRO MOVED BY A HIDDEN GOD'S UNHEARD COMMAND AND THOUGH WE KNEW THE CLASP OF EYE AND HAND WE WATCHERS OF THE PLANET'S PASSING SHOW YET SOON THE NOW SHALL BE THE LONG AGO AND SOON THE PROW SHALL GRATE ON LEATHY'S STRAND
phonemes: sˈɛvənti fˈɔːɹ ɪlˈuːʒən aɪɐm ɐlˈoʊn ɪn ðɪs ɡɹˈeɪ ʃˈædoʊlənd, ðɪs wˈɜːld ʌv fˈæntəmz aɪ kæn nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊ, ðɪs θɹˈɔŋ ʌv sˈiːkɚz wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ, mˈuːvd baɪ ɐ hˈɪdən ɡˈɑːd ˈɛs ʌnhˈɜːd kəmˈænd; ænd ðˈoʊ wiː nˈuː ðə klˈæsp ʌv ˈaɪ ænd hˈænd, wiː wˈɑːtʃɚz ʌvðə plˈænɪt ˈɛs pˈæsɪŋ ʃˈoʊ, jˈɛt sˈuːn ðə "nˈaʊ" ʃˈæl biː ðə "lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ," ænd sˈuːn ðə pɹˈaʊ ʃˌæl ɡɹˈeɪt ˌɔn lˈɛð ˈɛs stɹˈænd.