text_original: Dawn, roused by the lark, would be surely as dark in her sight As her measureless measure of shadowless pleasure was bright. Noon, gilt but with glory of gold, would be hoary and grey In her eyes that had gazed on the depths, unamazed with the day.
text_transcription: DAWN ROUSED BY THE LARK WOULD BE SURELY AS DARK IN HER SIGHT AS HER MEASURELESS MEASURE OF SHADOWLESS PLEASURE WAS BRIGHT NOON GILT BUT WITH GLORY OF GOLD WOULD BE HOARY AND GREY IN HER EYES THAT HAD GAZED ON THE DEPTH UNAMAZED WITH THE DAY
phonemes: dˈɔːn, ɹˈaʊzd baɪ ðə lˈɑːɹk, wʊd biː ʃˈʊɹli æz dˈɑːɹk ɪn hɜː sˈaɪt æz hɜː mˈɛʒɚləs mˈɛʒɚɹ ʌv ʃˈædoʊləs plˈɛʒɚ wʌz bɹˈaɪt. nˈuːn, ɡˈɪlt bˌʌt wɪð ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌv ɡˈoʊld, wʊd biː hˈɔːɹi ænd ɡɹˈeɪ ɪn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ðæt hæd ɡˈeɪzd ɔnðə dˈɛpθs, ʌnɐmˈeɪzd wɪððə dˈeɪ.