text_original: But the shallow oval spaces Underneath the white festoons, Hold the tender pastel faces Waiting endless afternoons; For they never touched Cythera, Phyllis, Doris, and Neaera, And again they never landed by the marble balustrade.
text_transcription: BUT THE SHALLOW OVAL SPACES UNDERNEATH THE WHITE FESTOONS HOLD THE TENDER PASTELLE FACES WAITING ENDLESS AFTERNOONS FOR THEY NEVER TOUCHED CYTHERA PHYLLIS DORIS AND NIEA AND AGAIN THEY NEVER LANDED BY THE MARBLE BALUSTRADE
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə ʃˈæloʊ ˈoʊvəl spˈeɪsᵻz ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ ðə wˈaɪt fɛstˈuːnz, hˈoʊld ðə tˈɛndɚ pæstˈɛl fˈeɪsᵻz wˈeɪɾɪŋ ˈɛndləs ˌæftɚnˈuːnz; fɔːɹ ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ tˈʌtʃt sˈɪθɜːɹə, fˈɪliz, dˈɔːɹɪs, ænd nˈiːɚɹə, ænd ɐɡˈɛn ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ lˈændᵻd baɪ ðə mˈɑːɹbəl bˈæləstɹˌeɪd.