text_original: As when a mighty forest, whose green leaves Have shut it in, and made it seem a bower For lovers' secrets, or for children's sports, Casts all its clustering foliage to the winds, And lets the eye behold it, limitless, And full of winding mysteries of ways: So now with life that reaches out before, And borders on the unexplained Beyond.
text_transcription: AS WHEN A MIGHTY FOREST WHOSE GREEN LEAVES HAVE SHUT IT IN AND MADE IT SEEM A BOWER FOR LOVERS SECRETS OR FOR CHILDREN'S SPORTS CASTS ALL ITS CLUSTERING FOLIAGE TO THE WINDS AND LETS THE EYE BEHOLD IT LIMITLESS AND FULL OF WINDING MYSTERIES OF WAYS SO NOW WITH LIFE THAT REACHES OUT BEFORE AND BORDERS ON THE UNEXPLAINED BEYOND
phonemes: æz wɛn ɐ mˈaɪɾi fˈɔːɹɪst, hˌuːz ɡɹˈiːn lˈiːvz hæv ʃˈʌt ɪɾ ˈɪn, ænd mˌeɪd ɪt sˈiːm ɐ bˈaʊɚ fɔːɹ lˈʌvɚz sˈiːkɹᵻts, ɔːɹ fɔːɹ tʃˈɪldɹənz spˈɔːɹts, kˈæsts ˈɔːl ɪts klˈʌstɚɹɪŋ fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ tə ðə wˈɪndz, ænd lˈɛts ðɪ ˈaɪ bᵻhˈoʊld ɪt, lˈɪmɪtləs, ænd fˈʊl ʌv wˈaɪndɪŋ mˈɪstɚɹiz ʌv wˈeɪz: sˌoʊ nˈaʊ wɪð lˈaɪf ðæt ɹˈiːtʃᵻz ˈaʊt bᵻfˈɔːɹ, ænd bˈɔːɹdɚz ɔnðɪ ˌʌnɛksplˈeɪnd bᵻjˈɔnd.