text_original: Banish all your fond alarms, For I know the foiling charms Of her eyes and of her arms, And I know that in one room Burns a lamp as in a tomb; And I see the shadow glide, Back and forth, of one denied Power to find himself outside.
text_transcription: BANISH ALL YOUR FOND ALARMS FOR I KNOW THE FOILING CHARMS OF HER EYES AND OF HER ARMS AND I KNOW THAT IN ONE ROOM BURNS A LAMP AS IN A TOMB AND I SEE THE SHADOW GLIDE BACK AND FORTH OF ONE DENIED POWER TO FIND HIMSELF OUTSIDE
phonemes: bˈænɪʃ ˈɔːl jʊɹ fˈɑːnd ɐlˈɑːɹmz, fɔːɹ aɪ nˈoʊ ðə fˈɔɪlɪŋ tʃˈɑːɹmz ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ænd ʌv hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz, ænd aɪ nˈoʊ ðæt ɪn wˈʌn ɹˈuːm bˈɜːnz ɐ lˈæmp æz ɪn ɐ tˈuːm; ænd aɪ sˈiː ðə ʃˈædoʊ ɡlˈaɪd, bˈæk ænd fˈɔːɹθ, ʌv wˈʌn dᵻnˈaɪd pˈaʊɚ tə fˈaɪnd hɪmsˈɛlf aʊtsˈaɪd.