text_original: Long had they lain in vast Nepenthe's hidden coffers, The germs of life that silent waited but the call Of Love Divine to seize upon the gift it proffers, And to throw back and off, forever, the dark pall.
text_transcription: LONG HAD THEY LAIN IN VAST NEPENTHES HIDDEN COFFERS THE GERMS OF LIFE THAT SILENT WAITED BUT THE CALL OF LOVE DIVINE TO SEIZE UPON THE GIFT IT PROFFERS AND TO THROW BACK AND OFF FOREVER THE DARK PALL
phonemes: lˈɔŋ hæd ðeɪ lˈeɪn ɪn vˈæst nᵻpˈɛnθiz hˈɪdən kˈɑːfɚz, ðə dʒˈɜːmz ʌv lˈaɪf ðæt sˈaɪlənt wˈeɪɾᵻd bˌʌt ðə kˈɔːl ʌv lˈʌv dᵻvˈaɪn tə sˈiːz əpˌɑːn ðə ɡˈɪft ɪt pɹˈɑːfɚz, ænd tə θɹˈoʊ bˈæk ænd ˈɔf, fɚɹˈɛvɚ, ðə dˈɑːɹk pˈɔːl.