text_original: Not on Sicilian headlands of song and old desire, My spirit chose her pleasure house, but in the London mire: Long, long alone she loves to pace, And find a music in the place As in a minster choir.
text_transcription: NOT ON SICILIAN HEADLANDS OF SONG AND OLD DESIRE MY SPIRIT SHOWS HER PLEASURE HOUSE BUT IN THE LONDON MIRE LONG LONG ALONE SHE LOVES TO PACE AND FIND MUSIC IN THE PLACE AS IN A MINSTER CHOIR
phonemes: nˌɑːt ˌɔn sɪsˈɪliən hˈɛdləndz ʌv sˈɔŋ ænd ˈoʊld dɪzˈaɪɚ, maɪ spˈɪɹɪt tʃˈoʊz hɜː plˈɛʒɚ hˈaʊs, bˌʌt ɪnðə lˈʌndən mˈaɪɚ: lˈɔŋ, lˈɔŋ ɐlˈoʊn ʃiː lˈʌvz tə pˈeɪs, ænd fˈaɪnd ɐ mjˈuːzɪk ɪnðə plˈeɪs æz ɪn ɐ mˈɪnstɚ kwˈaɪɚ.