text_original: Chill, in thy drowsy aether warm. Softly thou gleamest, subtler form; Witch bloom thou seem'st to be. For Lilith would have bound thee in her hair — 36 THE HOUSE OF ORCHIDS Smiling at dusk inscrutably, And Circe gathered such for gods to wear, In evenings when the moon, A sorceress who steals in white Along the cloudy parapets of night, In every glade her ghostly pearl hath strewn.
text_transcription: CHILL IN THY DROWSY ETHER WARM SOFTLY THOU GLEAMEST SUBTLER FORM WHICH BLOOM THOU SEEM'ST TO BE FOR LILITH WOULD HAVE BOUNTY IN HER HAIR SMILING AT DUSK INSCRUTABLY AND CIRCE HE GATHERED SUCH FOR GODS TO WEAR IN EVENINGS WHEN THE MOON A SORCERESS WHO STEALS IN WHITE ALONG THE CLOUDY PARAPETS OF NIGHT IN EVERY GLADE HER GHOSTLY PEARL HAS STREWN
phonemes: tʃˈɪl, ɪn ðˌaɪ dɹˈaʊsi ˈiːθə wˈɔːɹm. sˈɔftli ðˈaʊ ɡlˈiːmɪst, sˈʌtlɚ fˈɔːɹm; wˈɪtʃ blˈuːm ðˈaʊ sˈiːmst tə bˈiː. fɔːɹ lˈɪlɪθ wʊdhɐv bˈaʊnd ðiː ɪn hɜː hˈɛɹ — θˈɜːɾi sˈɪks ðə hˈaʊs ʌv ˈɔːɹkɪdz smˈaɪlɪŋ æt dˈʌsk ɪnskɹˈuːɾəbli, ænd sˈɜːsi ɡˈæðɚd sˈʌtʃ fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːdz tə wˈɛɹ, ɪn ˈiːvnɪŋz wɛn ðə mˈuːn, ɐ sˈɔːɹsɚɹəs hˌuː stˈiːlz ɪn wˈaɪt ɐlˈɔŋ ðə klˈaʊdi pˈæɹəpɪts ʌv nˈaɪt, ɪn ˈɛvɹi ɡlˈeɪd hɜː ɡˈoʊstli pˈɜːl hæθ stɹˈuːn.