text_original: What life shall meet your gaze and thence go free From litten midnights of eternity To havens open to your final flights^ Abides nor goal nor ultimate of peace, Nor lifts a beacon on the cosmic deep To guide our wandering world on seas sublime, Nor any night to grant the soul release, Swung as a pendulum from life to sleep. From sleep to life, from Timelessness to Time.
text_transcription: WHAT LIFE SHALL MEET YOUR GAZE AND THENCE GO FREE FROM LITTON MIDNIGHTS OF ETERNITY TO HAVENS OPEN TO YOUR FINAL FLIGHTS ABIDES NO GOAL NOR ULTIMATE OF PEACE NOR LIFTS A BEACON ON THE COSMIC DEEP TO GUIDE OUR WANDERING WORLD ON SEAS SUBLIME NOR ANY NIGHT TO GRANT A SOLE RELEASE SWUNG AS A PENDULUM FROM LIFE TO SLEEP FROM SLEEP TO LIFE FROM TIMELESSNESS TO TIME
phonemes: wˌʌt lˈaɪf ʃˌæl mˈiːt jʊɹ ɡˈeɪz ænd ðˈɛns ɡˌoʊ fɹˈiː fɹʌm lˈɪʔn̩ mˈɪdnaɪts ʌv ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi tə hˈeɪvənz ˈoʊpən tə jʊɹ fˈaɪnəl flˈaɪts ɐbˈaɪdz nˈɔːɹ ɡˈoʊl nˈɔːɹ ˈʌltᵻmət ʌv pˈiːs, nˈɔːɹ lˈɪfts ɐ bˈiːkən ɔnðə kˈɑːzmɪk dˈiːp tə ɡˈaɪd ˌaʊɚ wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ wˈɜːld ˌɔn sˈiːz sʌblˈaɪm, nˈɔːɹ ˌɛni nˈaɪt tə ɡɹˈænt ðə sˈoʊl ɹᵻlˈiːs, swˈʌŋ æz ɐ pˈɛndʒuːləm fɹʌm lˈaɪf tə slˈiːp. fɹʌm slˈiːp tə lˈaɪf, fɹʌm tˈaɪmləsnəs tə tˈaɪm.