text_original: To dream we watch thy purple wings depart; To wake, and know thy presence alway near I What dost thou on the pathway of the sun*? Abide thy sister Night, while strains so pure Make heaven and all its beauty seem too sure, And all too certain her oblivion.
text_transcription: TO DREAM WE WATCH THY PURPLE WINGS DEPART TO WAKE AND KNOW THY PRESENCE ALWAYS NEAR WHAT DOST THOU ON THE PATHWAY OF THE SUN ABIDE THY SISTER NIGHT WHILE STRAINS SO PURE MAKE HEAVEN AND ALL ITS BEAUTY SEEM TOO SURE AND ALL TOO CERTAIN HER OBLIVION
phonemes: tə dɹˈiːm wiː wˈɑːtʃ ðˌaɪ pˈɜːpəl wˈɪŋz dᵻpˈɑːɹt; tə wˈeɪk, ænd nˈoʊ ðˌaɪ pɹˈɛzəns ˈɔlweɪ nˌɪɹ aɪ wʌt dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ ɔnðə pˈæθweɪ ʌvðə sˈʌn ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk? ɐbˈaɪd ðˌaɪ sˈɪstɚ nˈaɪt, wˌaɪl stɹˈeɪnz sˌoʊ pjˈʊɹ mˌeɪk hˈɛvən ænd ˈɔːl ɪts bjˈuːɾi sˈiːm tˈuː ʃˈʊɹ, ænd ˈɔːl tˈuː sˈɜːʔn̩ hɜːɹ əblˈɪviən.