text_original: He somehow, somewhere, found the long betrothed. Far wandered too in sleep's Elysium, And clasped her form, and kissed her deathless lips, Hushed, in some garden of eternal dews; 98 JUS'TICE Then woke to silence and the dark, save where In one lean tower gleamed a shrouded lamp, Like some red planet still among the stars. Or, hung above the temple to the south. The failing Ian thorn of the moon . . . Far off A jackal barked
text_transcription: HE SOMEHOW SOMEWHERE FOUND THE LONG BETROTHED FAR WANDERED TO IN SLEEP'S ELYSIUM AND CLASPED HER FORM AND KISSED HER DEATHLESS LIPS HUSHED IN SOME GARDEN OF ETERNAL DEWS THEN WOKE TO SILENCE AND THE DARK SAVE WHERE IN ONE LEAN TOWER GLEAMED THE SHROUDED LAMP LIKE SOME RED PLANET STILL AMONG THE STARS OR HUNG ABOVE THE TEMPLE TO THE SOUTH THE FAILING LANTHORN OF THE MOON FAR OFF A JACKAL BARKED
phonemes: hiː sˈʌmhaʊ, sˈʌmwɛɹ, fˈaʊnd ðə lˈɔŋ bᵻtɹˈoʊðd. fˈɑːɹ wˈɔndɚd tˈuː ɪn slˈiːps ɛlˈɪsiəm, ænd klˈæspt hɜː fˈɔːɹm, ænd kˈɪst hɜː dˈɛθləs lˈɪps, hˈʌʃt, ɪn sˌʌm ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv ɪtˈɜːnəl dˈuːz; nˈaɪnti ˈeɪt dʒˈʌstɪs ðˈɛn wˈoʊk tə sˈaɪləns ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk, sˈeɪv wˌɛɹ ɪn wˈʌn lˈiːn tˈaʊɚ ɡlˈiːmd ɐ ʃɹˈaʊdᵻd lˈæmp, lˈaɪk sˌʌm ɹˈɛd plˈænɪt stˈɪl ɐmˌʌŋ ðə stˈɑːɹz. ɔːɹ, hˈʌŋ əbˌʌv ðə tˈɛmpəl tə ðə sˈaʊθ. ðə fˈeɪlɪŋ ˈiːən θˈɔːɹn ʌvðə mˈuːn . . . fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf ɐ dʒˈækəl bˈɑːɹkt