text_original: O sweet adventure that the years shall see, Ambered in legend s everlasting June! Thy laughing loveliness Compels to vision, and our fancies roam, Led by a fragrant tress, To groves as sweet and fields of meadow foam, Or timeless thrones of snow, Or azure inlets that the naiads know  By some enchantment drawn Whose light is not in the refusing dawn, Whose voice is not where any rivers flow.
text_transcription: O SWEET ADVENTURE THAT THE YEARS SHALL SEE AMBERED IN LEGEND'S EVERLASTING JUNE THY LAUGHING LOVELINESS COMPELS TO VISION AND OUR FANCIES ROAM LED BY A FRAGRANT TRESS TO GROVES AS SWEET AND FIELDS OF MEADOW FOAM OR TIMELESS THRONES OF SNOW OR AZURE INLETS THAT THE NAIADS KNOW BY SOME ENCHANTMENT DRAWN WHOSE SLIDEST NOT IN THE REFUSING DAWN WHOSE VOICE IS NOT WHERE ANY RIVERS FLOW
phonemes: ˈoʊ swˈiːt ɐdvˈɛntʃɚ ðætðə jˈɪɹz ʃˌæl sˈiː, ˈæmbɚd ɪn lˈɛdʒənd ˈɛs ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ dʒˈuːn! ðˌaɪ lˈæfɪŋ lˈʌvlinəs kəmpˈɛlz tə vˈɪʒən, ænd ˌaʊɚ fˈænsiz ɹˈoʊm, lˈɛd baɪ ɐ fɹˈeɪɡɹənt tɹˈɛs, tə ɡɹˈoʊvz æz swˈiːt ænd fˈiːldz ʌv mˈɛdoʊ fˈoʊm, ɔːɹ tˈaɪmləs θɹˈoʊnz ʌv snˈoʊ, ɔːɹ ˈæʒɚɹ ˈɪnlɪts ðætðə nˈeɪædz nˈoʊ baɪ sˌʌm ɛntʃˈæntmənt dɹˈɔːn hˌuːz lˈaɪt ɪz nˌɑːt ɪnðə ɹᵻfjˈuːzɪŋ dˈɔːn, hˌuːz vˈɔɪs ɪz nˌɑːt wˌɛɹ ˌɛni ɹˈɪvɚz flˈoʊ.