text_original: I do not know when first I felt this fire That lends such lustre to my hopes and fears, And burns a pathway to you with each thought. I think in that great hour when God's desire For worlds to love flung forth a million spheres, This miracle of love in me was wrought.
text_transcription: I DO NOT KNOW WHEN FIRST I FELT THIS FIRE THAT LENDS SUCH LUSTRE TO MY HOPES AND FEARS AND BURNS A PATHWAY TO YOU WITH EACH THOUGHT I THINK IN THAT GREAT HOUR WHEN GOD'S DESIRE FOR WORLDS TO LOVE FLUNG FORTH A MILLION SPHERES THIS MIRACLE OF LOVE IN ME WAS WROUGHT
phonemes: aɪ duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wɛn fˈɜːst aɪ fˈɛlt ðɪs fˈaɪɚ ðæt lˈɛndz sˈʌtʃ lˈʌstɚ tə maɪ hˈoʊps ænd fˈɪɹz, ænd bˈɜːnz ɐ pˈæθweɪ tə juː wɪð ˈiːtʃ θˈɔːt. aɪ θˈɪŋk ɪn ðæt ɡɹˈeɪt ˈaʊɚ wɛn ɡˈɑːdz dɪzˈaɪɚ fɔːɹ wˈɜːldz tə lˈʌv flˈʌŋ fˈɔːɹθ ɐ mˈɪliən sfˈɪɹz, ðɪs mˈɪɹəkəl ʌv lˈʌv ɪn mˌiː wʌz ɹˈɔːt.