text_original: VI THE DEPARTURE FOR CYTHERA ERE they parted for Cythera When the spring had reached its bloom, Phyllis, Doris and Neaera Peeped into their pictured room, Wished to go, yet wished to linger, Lifted each a taper finger, Threw a kiss towards their portraits set in walls of rose brocade.
text_transcription: NYA THE DEPARTURE FOR CYTHERA ERE THEY PARTED FOR CITHAERA WHEN THE SPRING HAD REACHED ITS BLOOM PHYLLIS DORIS AND NIEAIRA PEEPED INTO THEIR PICTURED ROOM WISHED TO GO YET WISHED TO LINGER LIFTED EACH A TAPER FINGER THREW A KISS TOWARDS THEIR PORTRAITS SET IN WALLS OF ROSE BROCADE
phonemes: vˌiːˈaɪ ðə dᵻpˈɑːɹtʃɚ fɔːɹ sˈɪθɜːɹə ˈɛɹ ðeɪ pˈɑːɹɾᵻd fɔːɹ sˈɪθɜːɹə wɛn ðə spɹˈɪŋ hæd ɹˈiːtʃt ɪts blˈuːm, fˈɪliz, dˈɔːɹɪs ænd nˈiːɚɹə pˈiːpt ˌɪntʊ ðɛɹ pˈɪktʃɚd ɹˈuːm, wˈɪʃt tə ɡˈoʊ, jˈɛt wˈɪʃt tə lˈɪŋɡɚ, lˈɪftᵻd ˈiːtʃ ɐ tˈeɪpɚ fˈɪŋɡɚ, θɹˈuː ɐ kˈɪs təwˈɔːɹdz ðɛɹ pˈɔːɹtɹɪts sˈɛt ɪn wˈɔːlz ʌv ɹˈoʊz bɹəkˈeɪd.