text_original: THE JOY OF LIFE Her hair was twined with vine leaves thro' the gold, The leopard skin about her shoulders flung Showed gleams of her as marble  fair and cold; I breathed not  listening to the song she sung.
text_transcription: THE JOY OF LIFE HER HAIR WAS TWINED WITH VINE LEAVES THROUGH THE GOLD THE LEOPARD SKIN ABOUT HER SHOULDERS FLUNG SHOWED GLEAMS OF HER AS MARBLE FAIR AND COLD I BREATHE NOT LISTENING TO THE SONG SHE SUNG
phonemes: ðə dʒˌeɪˌoʊwˈaɪ ʌv lˈaɪf hɜː hˈɛɹ wʌz twˈaɪnd wɪð vˈaɪn lˈiːvz θɹˈoʊ ðə ɡˈoʊld, ðə lˈɛpɚd skˈɪn ɐbˌaʊt hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚz flˈʌŋ ʃˈoʊd ɡlˈiːmz ʌv hɜːɹ æz mˈɑːɹbəl fˈɛɹ ænd kˈoʊld; aɪ bɹˈiːðd nˌɑːt lˈɪsənɪŋ tə ðə sˈɔŋ ʃiː sˈʌŋ.