text_original: Yes, I accompany him to places Only dreamers know, Where the shy hares limp long paces, Where the night rooks go; Into old aisles where the past is all to him, Close as his shade can do, Always lacking the power to call to him, Near as I reach thereto!
text_transcription: YES I ACCOMPANY HIM TO PLACES ONLY DREAMERS KNOW WHERE THE SHY HARES LIMP LONG PACES WHERE THE NIGHT ROOKS GO INTO OLD ISLES WHERE THE PAST IS ALL TO HIM CLOSE AS HIS SHADE CAN DO ALWAYS LACKING THE POWER TO CALL TO HIM NEAR AS I REACH THERE TOO
phonemes: jˈɛs, aɪ ɐkˈʌmpəni hˌɪm tə plˈeɪsᵻz ˈoʊnli dɹˈiːmɚz nˈoʊ, wˌɛɹ ðə ʃˈaɪ hˈɛɹz lˈɪmp lˈɔŋ pˈeɪsᵻz, wˌɛɹ ðə nˈaɪt ɹˈʊks ɡˈoʊ; ˌɪntʊ ˈoʊld ˈaɪəlz wˌɛɹ ðə pˈæst ɪz ˈɔːl tə hˌɪm, klˈoʊs æz hɪz ʃˈeɪd kæn dˈuː, ˈɔːlweɪz lˈækɪŋ ðə pˈaʊɚ tə kˈɔːl tə hˌɪm, nˌɪɹ æz aɪ ɹˈiːtʃ ðɛɹtˈuː!