text_original: Pausing on a muted note, Song forsook the Singer's throat, "Friend," sighed he, "you come too late, Once I could the way relate, Once  but long ago; Ah me, Far away is Arcady!" "Tell me, Poet, of the way Winding down to Arcady? Haunting is your verse and airy With the grace and gleam of faery   Dweller you must surely be In the land of Arcady?"
text_transcription: PAUSING ON A MUTED NOTE SONG FORSOOK THE SINGER'S THROAT FRIEND SIGHED HE YOU COME TOO LATE ONCE I COULD THE WAY RELATE ONCE BUT LONG AGO AH ME FAR AWAY IS ARCADE TELL ME POET OF THE WAY WINDING DOWN TO ARCADE HAUNTING IS YOUR VERSE AND AIRY WITH THE GRACE AND GLEAM OF FAIRY DWELLER YOU MUST SURELY BE IN THE LAND OF ARCADE
phonemes: pˈɔːzɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ mjˈuːɾᵻd nˈoʊt, sˈɔŋ fɔːɹsˈʊk ðə sˈɪŋɚz θɹˈoʊt, "fɹˈɛnd," sˈaɪd hiː, "juː kˈʌm tˈuː lˈeɪt, wˈʌns aɪ kʊd ðə wˈeɪ ɹᵻlˈeɪt, wˈʌns bˌʌt lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ; ˈɑː mˌiː, fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ ɪz ˈɑːɹkædi!" "tˈɛl mˌiː, pˈoʊɪt, ʌvðə wˈeɪ wˈaɪndɪŋ dˌaʊn tʊ ˈɑːɹkædi? hˈɔːntɪŋ ɪz jʊɹ vˈɜːs ænd ˈɛɹi wɪððə ɡɹˈeɪs ænd ɡlˈiːm ʌv fˈɛɹi dwˈɛlɚ juː mˈʌst ʃˈʊɹli biː ɪnðə lˈænd ʌv ˈɑːɹkædi?"