text_original: Many a musing eye returns to thee, Against the formal street disconsolate, Who kept in green domains thy bridal state, With young tide waters leaping at thy knee; And lest the ravening smoke, and enmity Corrode thee quite, thy lover sighs, and straight Desires thee safe afar, too graceful gate! Throned on a terrace of the Boboli.
text_transcription: MANY A MUSING EYE RETURNS TO THEE AGAINST THE FORMAL STREET DISCONSOLATE WHO KEPT IN GREEN DOMAINS THY BRIDLED STATE WITH YOUNG TIDE WATERS LEAPING AT THY KNEE AND LEST THE RAVENING SMOKE AND ENMITY CORRODE THEE QUITE THY LOVERS SIGHS AND STRAIGHT DESIRES THEE SAFE AFAR TOO GRACEFUL A GAIT THRONED ON THE TERRACE OF THE BOBOLI
phonemes: mˈɛni ɐ mjˈuːzɪŋ ˈaɪ ɹᵻtˈɜːnz tə ðˈiː, ɐɡˈɛnst ðə fˈɔːɹməl stɹˈiːt dɪskˈɑːnsələt, hˌuː kˈɛpt ɪn ɡɹˈiːn dəmˈeɪnz ðˌaɪ bɹˈaɪdəl stˈeɪt, wɪð jˈʌŋ tˈaɪd wˈɔːɾɚz lˈiːpɪŋ æt ðˌaɪ nˈiː; ænd lˈɛst ðə ɹˈævənɪŋ smˈoʊk, ænd ˈɛnmᵻɾi kɚɹˈoʊd ðiː kwˈaɪt, ðˌaɪ lˈʌvɚ sˈaɪz, ænd stɹˈeɪt dɪzˈaɪɚz ðiː sˈeɪf ɐfˈɑːɹ, tˈuː ɡɹˈeɪsfəl ɡˈeɪt! θɹˈoʊnd ˌɔn ɐ tˈɛɹɪs ʌvðə bˈɑːbɑːli.