text_original: With subtle form and tint That seize the heart's high memories unaware, The sorrow and the mystery of Change, And elements in Fate's controlling plan Not altogether ministrant to man Nor mindful of his care — Some joy to death akin. Or tragic kiss, or fruit malignly fair, Some garden built by Sin For Love to wander in. Some face whose beauty bids the heart despair!
text_transcription: WITH SUBTLE FORM AND TINT THAT SEIZE THE HEART'S HIGH MEMORIES UNAWARE THE SORROW AND THE MYSTERY OF CHANGE AND ELEMENTS IN FATE'S CONTROLLING PLAN NOT ALTOGETHER MINISTRANT TO MAN NOR MINDFUL OF HIS CARE SOME JOY TO DEATH AKIN OR TRAGIC KISS OR FRUIT MALIGNLY FAIR SOME GARDEN BUILT BY SIN FOR LOVE TO WANDER IN SOME FACE WHOSE BEAUTY BIDS THE HEART DESPAIR
phonemes: wɪð sˈʌɾəl fˈɔːɹm ænd tˈɪnt ðæt sˈiːz ðə hˈɑːɹts hˈaɪ mˈɛmɚɹiz ˌʌnəwˈɛɹ, ðə sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd ðə mˈɪstɚɹi ʌv tʃˈeɪndʒ, ænd ˈɛlɪmənts ɪn fˈeɪtz kəntɹˈoʊlɪŋ plˈæn nˌɑːt ˌɔːltəɡˈɛðɚ mˈɪnɪstɹənt tə mˈæn nˈɔːɹ mˈaɪndfəl ʌv hɪz kˈɛɹ — sˌʌm dʒˈɔɪ tə dˈɛθ ɐkˈɪn. ɔːɹ tɹˈædʒɪk kˈɪs, ɔːɹ fɹˈuːt məlˈaɪnli fˈɛɹ, sˌʌm ɡˈɑːɹdən bˈɪlt baɪ sˈɪn fɔːɹ lˈʌv tə wˈɔndɚɹ ˈɪn. sˌʌm fˈeɪs hˌuːz bjˈuːɾi bˈɪdz ðə hˈɑːɹt dᵻspˈɛɹ!