text_original: When first the gates were barred And cruel Time began ^ For mystery hath lordship here, and ye Seem spirit flowers bom to startle man With intimations of eternity And hint of what the flowers of Heaven may be. Nor can your glamour greatly seem of earth: Her blossoms are of mirth. But ye with loveliness can tell of grief — Unhappy love most exquisite and brief.
text_transcription: WHEN FIRST THE GATES WERE BARRED AND CRUEL TIME BEGAN FOR MYSTERY HATH LORDSHIP HERE AND YE SEEM SPIRIT FLOWERS BORN TO STARTLE MAN WITH INTIMATIONS OF ETERNITY AND HINT OF WHAT THE FLOWERS OF HEAVEN MAY BE NOR CAN YOUR GLAMOUR GREATLY SEEM OF EARTH HER BLOSSOMS ARE OF MIRTH BUT YE WITH LOVELINESS CAN TELL OF GRIEF UNHAPPY LOVE MOST EXQUISITE AND BRIEF
phonemes: wˌɛn fˈɜːst ðə ɡˈeɪts wɜː bˈɑːɹd ænd kɹˈuːəl tˈaɪm bɪɡˈæn fɔːɹ mˈɪstɚɹi hæθ lˈɔːɹdʃɪp hˈɪɹ, ænd jiː sˈiːm spˈɪɹɪt flˈaʊɚz bˈɑːm tə stˈɑːɹɾəl mˈæn wɪð ˌɪntɪmˈeɪʃənz ʌv ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi ænd hˈɪnt ʌv wʌt ðə flˈaʊɚz ʌv hˈɛvən mˈeɪ bˈiː. nˈɔːɹ kæn jʊɹ ɡlˈæmɚ ɡɹˈeɪtli sˈiːm ʌv ˈɜːθ: hɜː blˈɔsəmz ɑːɹ ʌv mˈɜːθ. bˌʌt jiː wɪð lˈʌvlinəs kæn tˈɛl ʌv ɡɹˈiːf — ʌnhˈæpi lˈʌv mˈoʊst ɛkskwˈɪsɪt ænd bɹˈiːf.