text_original: But within me, in response, there began the song of all unknown things; the song so tenuous, so ecstatic, that seems to sweep and quiver across such thin golden strings, and like an eager dream dies too soon.
text_transcription: BUT WITHIN ME IN RESPONSE THERE BEGAN THE SONG OF ALL UNKNOWN THINGS THE SONG SO TENUOUS SO ECSTATIC THAT SEEMS TO SWEEP AND QUIVER ACROSS SUCH THIN GOLDEN STRINGS AND LIKE AN EAGER DREAM DIES TOO SOON
phonemes: bˌʌt wɪðˈɪn mˌiː, ɪn ɹᵻspˈɑːns, ðɛɹ bɪɡˈæn ðə sˈɔŋ ʌv ˈɔːl ʌnnˈoʊn θˈɪŋz; ðə sˈɔŋ sˌoʊ tˈɛnjuːəs, sˌoʊ ɛkstˈæɾɪk, ðæt sˈiːmz tə swˈiːp ænd kwˈɪvɚɹ əkɹˌɑːs sˈʌtʃ θˈɪn ɡˈoʊldən stɹˈɪŋz, ænd lˈaɪk ɐn ˈiːɡɚ dɹˈiːm dˈaɪz tˈuː sˈuːn.