text_original: summer ! sang the silver boy. She came to him across the dewy day, With ruddy cheeks and shapen breasts aglow, And all the mountains flung their mists away To see how Love might greet the earth, and know The song that is too sweet for mortal ears, The song of songs that shall restore the years.
text_transcription: SUMMER SANG THE SILVER BOY SHE CAME TO HIM ACROSS THE DEWY DAY WITH RUDDY CHEEKS AND SHAPEN BREASTS AGLOW AND ALL THE MOUNTAINS FLUNG THEIR MISTS AWAY TO SEE HOW LOVE MIGHT GREET THE EARTH AND KNOW THE SONG THAT IS TOO SWEET FOR MORTAL EARS THE SONG OF SONGS THAT SHALL RESTORE THE YEARS
phonemes: sˈʌmɚ ! sˈæŋ ðə sˈɪlvɚ bˈɔɪ. ʃiː kˈeɪm tə hˌɪm əkɹˌɑːs ðə dˈuːi dˈeɪ, wɪð ɹˈʌdi tʃˈiːks ænd ʃˈeɪpən bɹˈɛsts ɐɡlˈoʊ, ænd ˈɔːl ðə mˈaʊntɪnz flˈʌŋ ðɛɹ mˈɪsts ɐwˈeɪ tə sˈiː hˌaʊ lˈʌv mˌaɪt ɡɹˈiːt ðɪ ˈɜːθ, ænd nˈoʊ ðə sˈɔŋ ðæt ɪz tˈuː swˈiːt fɔːɹ mˈɔːɹɾəl ˈɪɹz, ðə sˈɔŋ ʌv sˈɔŋz ðæt ʃˌæl ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ ðə jˈɪɹz.