text_original: I'd like to scan the purity that halos your fair brow, To fathom all the gentle thoughts that through your bosom flow   But oh! the wish is doubly vain, 'tis not for heart like mine To enter that pure heaven which forms the fairy land of thine.
text_transcription: I'D LIKE TO SCAN THE PURITY THAT HALOS YOUR FAIR BROW TO FATHOM ALL THE GENTLE THOUGHTS THAT THROUGH YOUR BOSOM FLOW BUT OH THE WISH IS DOUBLY VAIN TIS NOT FOR A HEART LIKE MINE TO ENTER THAT PURE HEAVEN WHICH FORMS THE FAIRY LAND OF THINE
phonemes: aɪd lˈaɪk tə skˈæn ðə pjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi ðæt hˈeɪloʊz jʊɹ fˈɛɹ bɹˈaʊ, tə fˈæðəm ˈɔːl ðə dʒˈɛntəl θˈɔːts ðæt θɹuː jʊɹ bˈʊzəm flˈoʊ bˌʌt ˈoʊ! ðə wˈɪʃ ɪz dˈʌbli vˈeɪn, tˈɪz nˌɑːt fɔːɹ hˈɑːɹt lˈaɪk mˈaɪn tʊ ˈɛntɚ ðæt pjˈʊɹ hˈɛvən wˌɪtʃ fˈɔːɹmz ðə fˈɛɹi lˈænd ʌv ðˈaɪn.