text_original: O beloveds, all the air Was a faint, ethereal mist Touched with rose and amethyst — Glints of gold, and here and there Purple splendors that were gone, Like the glory of the dawn. Ere one caught them.
text_transcription: O BELOVED ALL THE AIR WAS A FAINT ATHRO MIST TOUCHED WITH ROSE AND AMETHYST GLINTS OF GOLD AND HERE AND THERE PURPLE SPLENDORS THAT WERE GONE LIKE THE GLORY OF THE DAWN ERE ONE CAUGHT THEM
phonemes: ˈoʊ bᵻlˈʌvdz, ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈɛɹ wʌzɐ fˈeɪnt, iːθˈiəɹɪəl mˈɪst tˈʌtʃt wɪð ɹˈoʊz ænd ˈæməθˌɪst — ɡlˈɪnts ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ænd hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ pˈɜːpəl splˈɛndɚz ðæt wɜː ɡˈɔn, lˈaɪk ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌvðə dˈɔːn. ˈɛɹ wˈʌn kˈɔːt ðˌɛm.