text_original: To have dreamed with the poet priest! To have hope to feel that it might be so! And theirs was a faith at least. When the priest was poet, and hearts were fain Of marvellous things to dream, To see God's tears in a cloud of rain, And his hair on a gold sunbeam; To know that the sons of the old Sea King Roamed under their waves at will, To have heard a song that the wood gods sing On the other side of the hill!
text_transcription: TO HAVE DREAMED WITH THE POET PRIEST TO HAVE HOPED TO FEEL THAT IT MIGHT BE SO AND THEIRS WAS A FAITH AT LEAST WHEN THE PRIEST WAS POET AND HEARTS WERE FAIN OF MARVELLOUS THINGS TO DREAM TO SEE GOD'S TEARS IN A CLOUD OF RAIN AND HIS HAIR ON A GOLD SUNBEAM TO KNOW THAT THE SONS OF THE OLD SEA KING ROAMED UNDER THEIR WAVES AT WILL TO HAVE HEARD A SONG THAT THE WOOD GODS SING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL
phonemes: tə hæv dɹˈiːmd wɪððə pˈoʊɪt pɹˈiːst! tə hæv hˈoʊp tə fˈiːl ðˌɐɾɪt mˌaɪt biː sˈoʊ! ænd ðˈɛɹz wʌzɐ fˈeɪθ æt lˈiːst. wˌɛn ðə pɹˈiːst wʌz pˈoʊɪt, ænd hˈɑːɹts wɜː fˈeɪn ʌv mˈɑːɹvələs θˈɪŋz tə dɹˈiːm, tə sˈiː ɡˈɑːdz tˈɪɹz ɪn ɐ klˈaʊd ʌv ɹˈeɪn, ænd hɪz hˈɛɹ ˌɔn ɐ ɡˈoʊld sˈʌnbiːm; tə nˈoʊ ðætðə sˈʌnz ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld sˈiː kˈɪŋ ɹˈoʊmd ˌʌndɚ ðɛɹ wˈeɪvz ɐtwˈɪl, tə hæv hˈɜːd ɐ sˈɔŋ ðætðə wˈʊd ɡˈɑːdz sˈɪŋ ɔnðɪ ˈʌðɚ sˈaɪd ʌvðə hˈɪl!