text_original: The vineyard and the orchard and the fold Have passed, and passed as well that other Flock Thy tenderest concern, O spirit pure I Who, in an age of infamy and gold Saw souls alone. The timbers of thy fane 111 A't "THE GRAFE OF SERRA Have men at last renewed; but where are they, The humble, dusky thousands of thy care"? One mould with thee I About thy place of sleep The futile, peering pleasure seekers come.
text_transcription: THE VINEYARD AND THE ORCHARD AND THE FOLD HAVE PASSED AND PASSED AS WELL THAT OTHER FLOCK THY TENDEREST CONCERN O SPIRIT PURE WHO IN AN AGE OF INFAMY AND GOLD SAW SOULS ALONE THE TIMBERS OF THY FANE HAVE MAN AT LAST RENEWED BUT WHERE ARE THEY THE HUMBLE DUSKY THOUSANDS OF THY CARE ONE MOULD WITH THEE ABOUT THY PLACE OF SLEEP THE FUTILE PEERING PLEASURE SEEKERS COME
phonemes: ðə vˈɪnjɚd ænd ðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd ænd ðə fˈoʊld hæv pˈæst, ænd pˈæst æz wˈɛl ðæt ˈʌðɚ flˈɑːk ðˌaɪ tˈɛndɚɹɪst kənsˈɜːn, ˈoʊ spˈɪɹɪt pjˈʊɹ aɪ hˈuː, ɪn ɐn ˈeɪdʒ ʌv ˈɪnfəmi ænd ɡˈoʊld sˈɔː sˈoʊlz ɐlˈoʊn. ðə tˈɪmbɚz ʌv ðˌaɪ fˈeɪn wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ɪlˈɛvən ɐt "ðə ɡɹˈeɪf ʌv sˈɛɹə hæv mˈɛn æt lˈæst ɹᵻnˈuːd; bˌʌt wˈɛɹ ɑːɹ ðeɪ, ðə hˈʌmbəl, dˈʌski θˈaʊzəndz ʌv ðˌaɪ kˈɛɹ"? wˈʌn mˈoʊld wɪð ðiː aɪ ɐbˌaʊt ðˌaɪ plˈeɪs ʌv slˈiːp ðə fjˈuːɾəl, pˈɪɹɪŋ plˈɛʒɚ sˈiːkɚz kˈʌm.