text_original: All dream by turns; the dream is sweet; The world lies prostrate at our feet: Our souls yield blindly to the vision, Ours beauty, honour, fields Elysian.
text_transcription: ALL DREAM BY TURNS THE DREAM IS SWEET THE WORLD LIES PROSTRATE AT OUR FEET OUR SOUL SEALED BLINDLY TO THE VISION OURS BEAUTY HONOUR FIELD'S ILLUSION
phonemes: ˈɔːl dɹˈiːm baɪ tˈɜːnz; ðə dɹˈiːm ɪz swˈiːt; ðə wˈɜːld lˈaɪz pɹˈɑːstɹeɪt æɾ ˌaʊɚ fˈiːt: ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊlz jˈiːld blˈaɪndli tə ðə vˈɪʒən, aʊɚz bjˈuːɾi, ˈɑːnɚ, fˈiːldz ɛlˈɪʒən.