text_original: III And at her word The wood became transfigured; and, behold! With hair of wavy gold A presence walked there; and its beauty was The beauty not of Earth: and then I heard Within my heart vague voices, murmurous And multitudinous as leaves that sow The firmament when winds of autumn blow.
text_transcription: AND AT HER WORD THE WOOD BECAME TRANSFIGURED AND BEHOLD WITH HAIR OF WAVY GOLD A PRESENCE WALKED THERE AND ITS BEAUTY WAS THE BEAUTY NOT OF EARTH AND THEN I HEARD WITHIN MY HEART VAGUE VOICES MURMURS AND MULTITUDINOUS AS LEAVES THAT SOW THE FIRMAMENT WHEN WINDS OF AUTUMN BLOW
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː ænd æt hɜː wˈɜːd ðə wˈʊd bɪkˌeɪm tɹænsfˈɪɡɚd; ænd, bᵻhˈoʊld! wɪð hˈɛɹ ʌv wˈeɪvi ɡˈoʊld ɐ pɹˈɛzəns wˈɔːkt ðˈɛɹ; ænd ɪts bjˈuːɾi wʌzðə bjˈuːɾi nˌɑːt ʌv ˈɜːθ: ænd ðˈɛn aɪ hˈɜːd wɪðˌɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt vˈeɪɡ vˈɔɪsᵻz, mˈɜːmɚɹəs ænd mˌʌltɪtˈuːdɪnəs æz lˈiːvz ðæt sˈoʊ ðə fˈɜːməmənt wɛn wˈɪndz ʌv ˈɔːɾʌm blˈoʊ.