text_original: And thou, thy chalice better glows In purple grottos where the stainless sea On sands inviolable swirls — On evanescent pearls, 34 tHE HOUSE OF ORCHIDS That hold not all thy bosom's purity. And thou, more white Than when on some blue lake, Just as the zephyrs wake. The ripples flash to light — Touched by a swan's unsullied breast to foam, Hadst thou in melancholy halls thy home?
text_transcription: AND THOU THY CHALICE BETTER GLOWS IN PURPLE GROTTOES WHERE THE STAINLESS SEA ON SANDS INVIOLABLE SWIRLS ON EVANESCENT PEARLS THAT HOLD NOT ALL THY BOSOM'S PURITY AND THOU MORE WHITE THAN WHEN ON SOME BLUE LAKE JUST AS THE ZEPHYRS WAKE THE RIPPLES FLASH TO LIGHT TOUCHED BY A SWAN'S UNSULLIED BREAST TO FOAM HADST THOU IN MELANCHOLY HALTS THY HOME
phonemes: ænd ðˈaʊ, ðˌaɪ tʃˈælɪs bˈɛɾɚ ɡlˈoʊz ɪn pˈɜːpəl ɡɹˈɑːɾoʊz wˌɛɹ ðə stˈeɪnləs sˈiː ˌɔn sˈændz ɪnvˈaɪələbəl swˈɜːlz — ˌɔn ˌɛvənˈɛsənt pˈɜːlz, θˈɜːɾi fˈɔːɹ tˈiː hiː hˈaʊs ʌv ˈɔːɹkɪdz ðæt hˈoʊld nˌɑːt ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ bˈʊzəmz pjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi. ænd ðˈaʊ, mˈɔːɹ wˈaɪt ðɐn wɛn ˌɔn sˌʌm blˈuː lˈeɪk, dʒˈʌst æz ðə zˈɛfɚz wˈeɪk. ðə ɹˈɪpəlz flˈæʃ tə lˈaɪt — tˈʌtʃt baɪ ɐ swˈɑːnz ʌnsˈʌlid bɹˈɛst tə fˈoʊm, hˈædst ðˈaʊ ɪn mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli hˈɔːlz ðˌaɪ hˈoʊm?