text_original: Ye give the spirit wings, For yours the beauty that is near to pain, And stir the heart again With visions of the Flowers that abide — Ah I sweet As when love's glances meet Across the music, heard at eventide I Lloyden, June, 1909.
text_transcription: HE GIVE THE SPIRIT WINGS FOR YEARS TO BEAUTY THAT IS NEAR TO PAIN AND STIR THE HEART AGAIN WITH VISIONS OF THE FLOWERS THAT ABIDE AH SWEET AS WHEN LOVE'S GLANCES MEET ACROSS THE MUSIC HEARD AT EVENTIDE LOYDEN JUNE NINE
phonemes: jiː ɡˈɪv ðə spˈɪɹɪt wˈɪŋz, fɔːɹ jˈɔːɹz ðə bjˈuːɾi ðæt ɪz nˌɪɹ tə pˈeɪn, ænd stˈɜː ðə hˈɑːɹt ɐɡˈɛn wɪð vˈɪʒənz ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz ðæt ɐbˈaɪd — ˈɑː aɪ swˈiːt æz wɛn lˈʌvz ɡlˈænsᵻz mˈiːt əkɹˌɑːs ðə mjˈuːzɪk, hˈɜːd æɾ ᵻvˈɛntaɪd aɪ lˈɔɪdən, dʒˈuːn, nˈaɪntiːnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪn.