text_original: Art not an exile shy, A dreamer 'mid the swords, Upon this iron world where men defy Time and its hidden lords? Thou waitest with a splendor on thy brow. And seem'st to watch with compensating eyes Each jest our dwarfing Fates devise; And after all the strife. 64 AN AL'TJR OF "THE WEST 'Tis thou Who standest where the slayers' feet have trod— Perchance a portion of this dream of God That will not go from life.
text_transcription: ART NOT AN EXILE SHY A DREAM AMID THE SWORDS UPON THIS IRON WORLD WHERE MEN DEFY TIME AND ITS HIDDEN LORDS THOU WAITEST WITH A SPLENDOR ON THY BROW AND SEEMEST TO WATCH WITH COMPENSATING EYES EACH JEST OUR DWARFING FATE'S DEVICE AND AFTER ALL THE STRIFE THIS THOU WHO STANDEST WHERE THE SLAYER'S FEET HATH TROD PERCHANCE A PORTION OF THIS DREAM OF GOD THAT WILL NOT GO FROM LIFE
phonemes: ˈɑːɹt nˌɑːt ɐn ˈɛɡzaɪl ʃˈaɪ, ɐ dɹˈiːmɚ mˈɪd ðə sˈɔːɹdz, əpˌɑːn ðɪs ˈaɪɚn wˈɜːld wˌɛɹ mˈɛn dᵻfˈaɪ tˈaɪm ænd ɪts hˈɪdən lˈɔːɹdz? ðˈaʊ wˈeɪɾɪst wɪð ɐ splˈɛndɚɹ ˌɔn ðˌaɪ bɹˈaʊ. ænd sˈiːmst tə wˈɑːtʃ wɪð kˈɑːmpənsˌeɪɾɪŋ ˈaɪz ˈiːtʃ dʒˈɛst ˌaʊɚ dwˈɔːɹfɪŋ fˈeɪts dɪvˈaɪz; ænd ˈæftɚɹ ˈɔːl ðə stɹˈaɪf. sˈɪksti fˈɔːɹ ɐn ˈæltdʒɚɹ ʌv "ðə wˈɛst tˈɪz ðˈaʊ hˌuː stˈændɪst wˌɛɹ ðə slˈeɪɚz fˈiːt hæv tɹˈɑːd— pɚtʃˈæns ɐ pˈɔːɹʃən ʌv ðɪs dɹˈiːm ʌv ɡˈɑːd ðæt wɪl nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ fɹʌm lˈaɪf.