text_original: But within me, in response, there began the song of all unknown things; the song so tenuous, so ecstatic, that seems to sweep and quiver across such thin golden strings, and like an eager dream dies too soon. The song of the secret knowing wind that has peered through so great forests and over such wild sea; blown on so many faces, and in the jungles of the grass the song of all that the wind has seen and felt.
text_transcription: BUT WITHIN ME IN RESPONSE THERE BEGAN THE SONG OF ALL UNKNOWN THINGS THE SONG SO TENUOUS SO ECSTATIC THAT SEEMS TO SWEEP AND QUIVER ACROSS SUCH THIN GOLDEN STRINGS AND LIKE AN EAGER DREAM DIES TOO SOON THE SONG OF THE SECRET KNOWING WIND THAT HAS PEERED THROUGH SO GREAT FORESTS AND OVER SUCH WILD SEA BLOWN ON SO MANY FACES AND IN THE JUNGLES OF THE GRASS THE SONG OF ALL THAT THE WIND HAS SEEN AND FELT
phonemes: bˌʌt wɪðˈɪn mˌiː, ɪn ɹᵻspˈɑːns, ðɛɹ bɪɡˈæn ðə sˈɔŋ ʌv ˈɔːl ʌnnˈoʊn θˈɪŋz; ðə sˈɔŋ sˌoʊ tˈɛnjuːəs, sˌoʊ ɛkstˈæɾɪk, ðæt sˈiːmz tə swˈiːp ænd kwˈɪvɚɹ əkɹˌɑːs sˈʌtʃ θˈɪn ɡˈoʊldən stɹˈɪŋz, ænd lˈaɪk ɐn ˈiːɡɚ dɹˈiːm dˈaɪz tˈuː sˈuːn. ðə sˈɔŋ ʌvðə sˈiːkɹᵻt nˈoʊɪŋ wˈɪnd ðæt hɐz pˈɪɹd θɹuː sˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɔːɹɪsts ænd ˌoʊvɚ sˈʌtʃ wˈaɪld sˈiː; blˈoʊn ˌɔn sˌoʊ mˈɛni fˈeɪsᵻz, ænd ɪnðə dʒˈʌŋɡəlz ʌvðə ɡɹˈæs ðə sˈɔŋ ʌv ˈɔːl ðætðə wˈɪnd hɐz sˈiːn ænd fˈɛlt.