text_original: Her booths begin to flare; her gases bright Prick door and window; street and lane obscure Sparkle and swarm with nothing true nor sure, Full as a marsh of mist and winking light: Heaven thickens over, heaven that cannot cure Her tear by day, her fevered smile by night.
text_transcription: HER BOOTH BEGIN TO FLARE HER GUESSES BRIGHT PRICK DOOR AND WINDOW STREET AND LANE OBSCURE SPARKLE AND SWARM WITH NOTHING TRUE NOR SURE FULL AS A MARSH OF MIST AND WINKING LIGHT HEAVEN SICKENS OVER HEAVEN THAT CANNOT CURE HER TEAR BY DAY HER FEVERED SMILE BY NIGHT
phonemes: hɜː bˈuːθs bɪɡˈɪn tə flˈɛɹ; hɜː ɡˈæsᵻz bɹˈaɪt pɹˈɪk dˈɔːɹ ænd wˈɪndoʊ; stɹˈiːt ænd lˈeɪn əbskjˈʊɹ spˈɑːɹkəl ænd swˈɔːɹm wɪð nˈʌθɪŋ tɹˈuː nˈɔːɹ ʃˈʊɹ, fˈʊl æz ɐ mˈɑːɹʃ ʌv mˈɪst ænd wˈɪŋkɪŋ lˈaɪt: hˈɛvən θˈɪkənz ˈoʊvɚ, hˈɛvən ðæt kænˈɑːt kjˈʊɹ hɜː tˈɪɹ baɪ dˈeɪ, hɜː fˈiːvɚd smˈaɪl baɪ nˈaɪt.