text_original: Visions august have made thy heart too strong To need the fleeting plaudits of the throng, And thou hast seen the choral stars by day Thy touch can turn all things to loveliness A solemn beauty, delicate and strange, A secret that we love too well to guess. The goddess lingers long above thy dreams, Hearing beyond this world of death and change, The lyres that glimmer by immortal streams.
text_transcription: VISIONS AUGUST HAVE MADE THY HEART TOO STRONG TO NEED THE FLEETING PLAUDITS OF THE THRONG AND THOU HAST SEEN THE CORAL STARS BY DAY THY TOUCH CAN TURN ALL THINGS TO LOVELINESS A SOLEMN BEAUTY DELICATE AND STRANGE A SECRET THAT WE LOVE TOO WELL TO GUESS THE GODDESS LINGERS LONG ABOVE THY DREAMS HEARING BEYOND THIS WORD OF DEATH AND CHANGE THE LYRES THAT GLIMMER BY IMMORTAL STREAMS
phonemes: vˈɪʒənz ˈɔːɡəst hæv mˌeɪd ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt tˈuː stɹˈɔŋ tə nˈiːd ðə flˈiːɾɪŋ plˈɔːdɪts ʌvðə θɹˈɔŋ, ænd ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst sˈiːn ðə kˈɔːɹəl stˈɑːɹz baɪ dˈeɪ ðˌaɪ tˈʌtʃ kæn tˈɜːn ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz tə lˈʌvlinəs ɐ sˈɑːləm bjˈuːɾi, dˈɛlᵻkət ænd stɹˈeɪndʒ, ɐ sˈiːkɹᵻt ðæt wiː lˈʌv tˈuː wˈɛl tə ɡˈɛs. ðə ɡˈɑːdəs lˈɪŋɡɚz lˈɔŋ əbˌʌv ðˌaɪ dɹˈiːmz, hˈɪɹɪŋ bᵻjˌɔnd ðɪs wˈɜːld ʌv dˈɛθ ænd tʃˈeɪndʒ, ðə lˈaɪɚz ðæt ɡlˈɪmɚ baɪ ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl stɹˈiːmz.