text_original: Dream I SEE a spirit Young and eager, Beautiful, too, I think, (Although I cannot see it clearly) It is, by right of its own being, One with all lovely, youthful things; And they, its age old kindred, Welcome it Saying, "Come, you too are one of us!" . . . . . . . This spirit is my own happy ghost   But I, myself,  alas!
text_transcription: DREAM I SEE A SPIRIT YOUNG AND EAGER BEAUTIFUL TOO I THINK ALTHOUGH I CANNOT SEE IT CLEARLY IT IS BY RIGHT OF ITS OWN BEING ONE WITH ALL LOVELY YOUTHFUL THINGS AND THEY ITS AGE OLD KINDRED WELCOME IT SAYING COME YOUO ARE ONE OF US THIS SPIRIT IS MY OWN HAPPY GHOST BUT I MYSELF ALAS
phonemes: dɹˈiːm aɪ ˌɛsˌiːˈiː ɐ spˈɪɹɪt jˈʌŋ ænd ˈiːɡɚ, bjˈuːɾifəl, tˈuː, aɪ θˈɪŋk, (ɔːlðˈoʊ aɪ kænˈɑːt sˈiː ɪt klˈɪɹli) ɪɾ ˈɪz, baɪ ɹˈaɪt ʌv ɪts ˈoʊn bˈiːɪŋ, wˈʌn wɪð ˈɔːl lˈʌvli, jˈuːθfəl θˈɪŋz; ænd ðeɪ, ɪts ˈeɪdʒ ˈoʊld kˈɪndɹɪd, wˈɛlkʌm ɪt sˈeɪɪŋ, "kˈʌm, juː tˈuː ɑːɹ wˈʌn ʌv ˌʌs!" . . . . . . . ðɪs spˈɪɹɪt ɪz maɪ ˈoʊn hˈæpi ɡˈoʊst bˌʌt ˈaɪ, maɪsˈɛlf,  ɐlˈæs!