text_original: Then, through a magic twilight from below, I heard its grand sad song as in a dream: Life's wild infinity of mirth and woe It sang me; and, with many a changing gleam, Across the music of its onward flow I saw the cottage lights of Wessex beam.
text_transcription: THEN THROUGH A MAGIC TWILIGHT FROM BELOW I HEARD ITS GRAND SAD SONG AS IN A DREAM LIFE'S WILD INFINITY OF MIRTH AND WOE IT SANG ME AND WITH MANY A CHANGING GLEAM ACROSS THE MUSIC OF ITS ONWARD FLOW I SAW THE COTTAGE LIGHTS OF WESSEX BEAM
phonemes: ðˈɛn, θɹuː ɐ mˈædʒɪk twˈaɪlaɪt fɹʌm bᵻlˈoʊ, aɪ hˈɜːd ɪts ɡɹˈænd sˈæd sˈɔŋ æz ɪn ɐ dɹˈiːm: lˈaɪfz wˈaɪld ɪnfˈɪnᵻɾi ʌv mˈɜːθ ænd wˈoʊ ɪt sˈæŋ mˌiː; ænd, wɪð mˈɛni ɐ tʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ ɡlˈiːm, əkɹˌɑːs ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌv ɪts ˈɑːnwɚd flˈoʊ aɪ sˈɔː ðə kˈɑːɾɪdʒ lˈaɪts ʌv wˈɛsɪks bˈiːm.