text_original: Where the beeches lift a curtain Over shifting sunlit scenes, They with footsteps light and certain Used to dance like fairy queens; Now they speed beneath the beeches Till the path the water reaches And the bay just softly ripples by a marble balustrade.
text_transcription: WHERE THE BEECHES LIFT A CURTAIN OVER SHIFTING SUNLIT SCENES THEY WITH FOOTSTEPS LIGHT AND CERTAIN USE TO DANCE LIKE FAIRY QUEENS NOW THEY SPEED BENEATH THE BEECHES TILL THE PATH THE WATER REACHES AND THE BAY JUST SOFTLY RIPPLES BY A MARBLE BALUSTRADE
phonemes: wˌɛɹ ðə bˈiːtʃᵻz lˈɪft ɐ kˈɜːtən ˌoʊvɚ ʃˈɪftɪŋ sˈʌnlɪt sˈiːnz, ðeɪ wɪð fˈʊtstɛps lˈaɪt ænd sˈɜːʔn̩ jˈuːzd tə dˈæns lˈaɪk fˈɛɹi kwˈiːnz; nˈaʊ ðeɪ spˈiːd bᵻnˌiːθ ðə bˈiːtʃᵻz tˈɪl ðə pˈæθ ðə wˈɔːɾɚ ɹˈiːtʃᵻz ænd ðə bˈeɪ dʒˈʌst sˈɔftli ɹˈɪpəlz baɪ ɐ mˈɑːɹbəl bˈæləstɹˌeɪd.