text_original: Those Graces were that seemed grim Fates; With nearer love the sky leaned o'er me; The long sought Secret's golden gates On musical hinges swung before me.
text_transcription: THOSE GRACES WERE THAT SEEMED GRIM FATES WITH NEARER LOVE THE SKY LEANED OVER ME THE LONG SOUGHT SECRET'S GOLDEN GATES ON MUSICAL HINGES SWUNG BEFORE ME
phonemes: ðoʊz ɡɹˈeɪsᵻz wɜː ðæt sˈiːmd ɡɹˈɪm fˈeɪts; wɪð nˈɪɹɚ lˈʌv ðə skˈaɪ lˈiːnd ˈɔːɹ mˌiː; ðə lˈɔŋ sˈɔːt sˈiːkɹᵻts ɡˈoʊldən ɡˈeɪts ˌɔn mjˈuːzɪkəl hˈɪndʒᵻz swˈʌŋ bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː.