text_original: From many a fair, enchanted grove The song birds carol sweet and clear, It is the very breath of love That stirs the charmed atmosphere ; 73 THE WELCOME And while blithe insects through the night Go humming by on silken wings, A deeper fulness of delight Discovers all desirous things.
text_transcription: FROM MANY A FAIR ENCHANTED GROVE THE SONG BIRDS CAROL SWEET AND CLEAR IT IS THE VERY BREATH OF LOVE THAT STIRS THE CHARMING ATMOSPHERE AND WHILE BLITHE INSECTS THROUGH THE NIGHT GO HUMMING BY ON SILKEN WINGS A DEEPER FULLNESS OF DELIGHT DISCOVERS ALL DESIROUS THINGS
phonemes: fɹʌm mˈɛni ɐ fˈɛɹ, ɛntʃˈæntᵻd ɡɹˈoʊv ðə sˈɔŋ bˈɜːdz kˈæɹəl swˈiːt ænd klˈɪɹ, ɪɾ ɪz ðə vˈɛɹi bɹˈɛθ ʌv lˈʌv ðæt stˈɜːz ðə tʃˈɑːɹmd ˈætməsfˌɪɹ ; sˈɛvənti θɹˈiː ðə wˈɛlkʌm ænd wˌaɪl blˈaɪð ˈɪnsɛkts θɹuː ðə nˈaɪt ɡˌoʊ hˈʌmɪŋ baɪ ˌɔn sˈɪlkən wˈɪŋz, ɐ dˈiːpɚ fˈʌlnəs ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt dɪskˈʌvɚz ˈɔːl dɪzˈaɪɚɹəs θˈɪŋz.