text_original: O fine escape, horizon pure As Rome's! Black chimneys left and right, But not for him, the straight, the sure, His luminous day, his spacious night. How keen his choice, how swift his feet! Narrow the way and hard to find! This delicate stepper and discreet Walked not like any worldly wind.
text_transcription: O FINE ESCAPE HORIZON PURE AS ROME'S BLACK CHIMNEYS LEFT AND RIGHT BUT NOT FOR HIM THE STRAIT THE SURE HIS LUMINOUS DAY HIS SPACIOUS NIGHT HOW KEEN HIS CHOICE HOW SWIFT HIS FEET NARROWED AWAY AND HARD TO FIND THIS DELICATE STEPPER AND DISCREET WALKED NOT LIKE ANY WORLDLY WIND
phonemes: ˈoʊ fˈaɪn ɛskˈeɪp, hɚɹˈaɪzən pjˈʊɹ æz ɹˈoʊmz! blˈæk tʃˈɪmniz lˈɛft ænd ɹˈaɪt, bˌʌt nˌɑːt fɔːɹ hˌɪm, ðə stɹˈeɪt, ðə ʃˈʊɹ, hɪz lˈuːmɪnəs dˈeɪ, hɪz spˈeɪʃəs nˈaɪt. hˌaʊ kˈiːn hɪz tʃˈɔɪs, hˌaʊ swˈɪft hɪz fˈiːt! nˈæɹoʊ ðə wˈeɪ ænd hˈɑːɹd tə fˈaɪnd! ðɪs dˈɛlᵻkət stˈɛpɚ ænd dɪskɹˈiːt wˈɔːkt nˌɑːt lˈaɪk ˌɛni wˈɜːldli wˈɪnd.