text_original: No broadest creeds can hold her, and no codes; She chooses men for her august abodes, Building them fair and fronting to the dawn; Yet, when we seek her, we but find a few Light footprints, leading morn ward through the dew; Before the day had risen, she was gone.
text_transcription: NO BROADEST CREEDS CAN HOLD HER AND NO CODES SHE CHOOSES MEN FOR HER AUGUST ABODES BUILDING THEM FAIR AND FRONTING TO THE DAWN YET WHEN WE SEEK HER WE BUT FIND A FEW LIGHT FOOTPRINTS LEADING MORNWARD THROUGH THE DEW BEFORE THE DAY HAD RISEN SHE WAS GONE
phonemes: nˈoʊ bɹˈɔːdɪst kɹˈiːdz kæn hˈoʊld hɜː, ænd nˈoʊ kˈoʊdz; ʃiː tʃˈuːzᵻz mˈɛn fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ˈɔːɡəst ɐbˈoʊdz, bˈɪldɪŋ ðˌɛm fˈɛɹ ænd fɹˈʌntɪŋ tə ðə dˈɔːn; jˈɛt, wˌɛn wiː sˈiːk hɜː, wiː bˌʌt fˈaɪnd ɐ fjˈuː lˈaɪt fˈʊtpɹɪnts, lˈiːdɪŋ mˈɔːɹn wˈɔːɹd θɹuː ðə dˈuː; bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə dˈeɪ hæd ɹˈɪzən, ʃiː wʌz ɡˈɔn.