text_original: Let thy lone innocence then quickly null Within our veins doubt led and wrong desire   Or drugging knowledge that but fills o'erfull Of feverous mystery the days we drain! Be thy warm notes like an Orphean lyre To lead us to life's Arcady again!
text_transcription: LET THY LONE INNOCENCE THEN QUICKLY NULL WITHIN OUR VEINS DOUBTLET AND WRONG DESIRE OR DRUGGING KNOWLEDGE THAT BUT FILLS OVER FULL OF FEVERISH MYSTERY THE DAYS WE DRAIN BE THY WARM NOTES LIKE AN ORPHEN LYRE TO LEAD US TO LIFE'S ARCADY AGAIN
phonemes: lˈɛt ðˌaɪ lˈoʊn ˈɪnəsəns ðˈɛn kwˈɪkli nˈʌl wɪðˌɪn ˌaʊɚ vˈeɪnz dˈaʊt lˈɛd ænd ɹˈɔŋ dɪzˈaɪɚ ɔːɹ dɹˈʌɡɪŋ nˈɑːlɪdʒ ðæt bˌʌt fˈɪlz ˈɔːɹfʊl ʌv fˈiːvɚɹəs mˈɪstɚɹi ðə dˈeɪz wiː dɹˈeɪn! biː ðˌaɪ wˈɔːɹm nˈoʊts lˈaɪk ɐn ˈɔːɹfiən lˈaɪɚ tə lˈiːd ˌʌs tə lˈaɪfz ˈɑːɹkædi ɐɡˈɛn!