text_original: All that man's yearning finds beyond its reach Thou hast in promise, giving to his heart A rapturous sadness all too wild for speech, — A glory past the thresholds of his art, Tho Nature tell it with the wind And beckon him to find.
text_transcription: ALL THAT MAN'S YEARNING FINDS BEYOND ITS REACH THOU HAST IN PROMISE GIVING TO HIS HEART A RAPTUROUS SADNESS ALL TOO WILD FOR SPEECH A GLORY PAST THE THRESHOLDS OF HIS ART THOUGH NATURE TELL IT WITH THE WIND AND BECKON HIM TO FIND
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðæt mˈænz jˈɜːnɪŋ fˈaɪndz bᵻjˌɔnd ɪts ɹˈiːtʃ ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst ɪn pɹˈɑːmɪs, ɡˈɪvɪŋ tə hɪz hˈɑːɹt ɐ ɹˈæptʃɚɹəs sˈædnəs ˈɔːl tˈuː wˈaɪld fɔːɹ spˈiːtʃ, — ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹi pˈæst ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊldz ʌv hɪz ˈɑːɹt, ðˈoʊ nˈeɪtʃɚ tˈɛl ɪt wɪððə wˈɪnd ænd bˈɛkən hˌɪm tə fˈaɪnd.