text_original: The vision here that shines Seems not a fabric of our mortal day And Nature's tireless loom, By custom long defiled, But symbol of a loveliness supreme, A god's forgotten dream In alabaster told by elfin skill In caverns underneath a haunted hill, Or in some palace of enchantment hewn From crystal in the twilights of the moon.
text_transcription: THE VISION HERE THAT SHINES SEEMS NOT A FABRIC OF OUR MORTAL DAY AND NATURE'S TIRELESS LOOM BY CUSTOM LONG DEFILED BUT SYMBOL OF A LOVELINESS SUPREME A GOD'S FORGOTTEN DREAM IN ALABASTER TOLD BY ELPHIN'S SKILL IN CAVERNS UNDERNEATH A HAUNTED HILL OR IN SOME PALACE OF ENCHANTMENT EWN FROM CRYSTAL IN THE TWILIGHTS OF THE MOON
phonemes: ðə vˈɪʒən hˈɪɹ ðæt ʃˈaɪnz sˈiːmz nˌɑːɾə fˈæbɹɪk ʌv ˌaʊɚ mˈɔːɹɾəl dˈeɪ ænd nˈeɪtʃɚz tˈaɪɚləs lˈuːm, baɪ kˈʌstəm lˈɔŋ dᵻfˈaɪld, bˌʌt sˈɪmbəl əvə lˈʌvlinəs suːpɹˈiːm, ɐ ɡˈɑːdz fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ dɹˈiːm ɪn ˌæləbˈæstɚ tˈoʊld baɪ ˈɛlfɪn skˈɪl ɪn kˈævɚnz ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ ɐ hˈɔːntᵻd hˈɪl, ɔːɹ ɪn sˌʌm pˈælɪs ʌv ɛntʃˈæntmənt hjˈuːn fɹʌm kɹˈɪstəl ɪnðə twˈaɪlaɪts ʌvðə mˈuːn.