text_original: Oh! in what lily's deep and splendid cup Shall ever evening dryads hope to find So marvellous a nectar of delight — In valleys of enchantment gathered up By hesitating spirits of the wind, And borne in rapture to the lips of Night*?
text_transcription: O IN WHAT LILIES DEEP AND SPLENDID CUP SHALL EVER EVENING DRYADS HOPE TO FIND SO MARVELLOUS A NECTAR OF DELIGHT IN VALLEYS OF ENCHANTMENT GATHERED UP BY HESITATING SPIRITS OF THE WIND AND BORNE IN RAPTURE TO THE LIPS OF NIGHT
phonemes: ˈoʊ! ɪn wʌt lˈɪliz dˈiːp ænd splˈɛndɪd kˈʌp ʃˌæl ˈɛvɚɹ ˈiːvnɪŋ dɹˈaɪædz hˈoʊp tə fˈaɪnd sˌoʊ mˈɑːɹvələs ɐ nˈɛktɚɹ ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt — ɪn vˈælɪz ʌv ɛntʃˈæntmənt ɡˈæðɚd ˌʌp baɪ hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾɪŋ spˈɪɹɪts ʌvðə wˈɪnd, ænd bˈɔːɹn ɪn ɹˈæptʃɚ tə ðə lˈɪps ʌv nˈaɪt ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk?