text_original: Cynthia's self that silver shape, Boskage dark, she doth escape, Long her gleaming body hid Forth from its embraces slid, Doth naked, glorious, emerge Upon the lucent starry verge.
text_transcription: CYNTHIA'S SELF THAT SILVER SHAPE BASKETCH DARK SHE DOTH ESCAPE LONG HER GLEAMING BODY HID FORTH FROM ITS EMBRACES SLID DOTH NAKED GLORIOUS EMERGE UPON THE LOOSENED STARRY VERGE
phonemes: sˈɪnθiəz sˈɛlf ðæt sˈɪlvɚ ʃˈeɪp, bˈɑːskɪdʒ dˈɑːɹk, ʃiː dʌθ ɛskˈeɪp, lˈɔŋ hɜː ɡlˈiːmɪŋ bˈɑːdi hˈɪd fˈɔːɹθ fɹʌm ɪts ɛmbɹˈeɪsᵻz slˈɪd, dʌθ nˈeɪkᵻd, ɡlˈɔːɹiəs, ɪmˈɜːdʒ əpˌɑːn ðə lˈuːsənt stˈɑːɹi vˈɜːdʒ.