text_original: The tremulous thrill Upon thy lips is all the precious boon I begged of Heaven, the garish sun of noon Is theirs  the rest  mine is this moment's will.
text_transcription: THE TREMULOUS THRILL UPON THY LIPS IS ALL THE PRECIOUS BOON I BEGGED OF HEAVEN THE GARISH SUN OF NOON IS THEIRS THE REST MINE IS THIS MOMENT'S WILL
phonemes: ðə tɹˈɛmjʊləs θɹˈɪl əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ lˈɪps ɪz ˈɔːl ðə pɹˈɛʃəs bˈuːn aɪ bˈɛɡd ʌv hˈɛvən, ðə ɡˈɛɹɪʃ sˈʌn ʌv nˈuːn ɪz ðˈɛɹz ðə ɹˈɛst mˈaɪn ɪz ðɪs mˈoʊmənts wˈɪl.