text_original: My feet passed on through the night And the bright Stirring and whirring of life with eyes of splendour, While darksome things with wings Made music as of strings In the hearing of the purple air.
text_transcription: MY FEET PASSED ON THROUGH THE NIGHT AND THE BRIGHT STIRRING AND WHIRRING OF LIFE WITH EYES OF SPLENDOR WHILE DARKSOME THINGS WITH WINGS MADE MUSIC AS OF STRINGS IN THE HEARING OF THE PURPLE AIR
phonemes: maɪ fˈiːt pˈæst ˌɔn θɹuː ðə nˈaɪt ænd ðə bɹˈaɪt stˈɜːɹɪŋ ænd wˈɜːɹɪŋ ʌv lˈaɪf wɪð ˈaɪz ʌv splˈɛndɚ, wˌaɪl dˈɑːɹksʌm θˈɪŋz wɪð wˈɪŋz mˌeɪd mjˈuːzɪk æz ʌv stɹˈɪŋz ɪnðə hˈɪɹɪŋ ʌvðə pˈɜːpəl ˈɛɹ.