text_original: In the Lover's eyes there gleamed Radiance of all things dreamed   "Nay, detain me not," he cried "I am hasting to my bride; What have roads to do with me, Love's at home in Arcady!"
text_transcription: IN THE LOVER'S EYES THERE GLEAMED RADIANCE OF ALL THINGS DREAMED NAY DETAIN ME NOT HE CRIED I AM HASTING TO MY BRIDE WHAT HAVE ROADS TO DO WITH ME LOVE'S AT HOME IN ARCADE
phonemes: ɪnðə lˈʌvɚz ˈaɪz ðɛɹ ɡlˈiːmd ɹˈeɪdiəns ʌv ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz dɹˈiːmd   "nˈeɪ, dɪtˈeɪn mˌiː nˈɑːt," hiː kɹˈaɪd "aɪɐm hˈeɪstɪŋ tə maɪ bɹˈaɪd; wˌʌt hæv ɹˈoʊdz tə dˈuː wɪð mˌiː, lˈʌvz æt hˈoʊm ɪn ˈɑːɹkædi!"