text_original: And my pulses that throbbed at sight of her, ten years gone, Chilled and recoiled at her delicate finger touch, guessing Along my brazen wrought margin, the laud and the blessing Traced, thro' the vine, thro' the tangle of star and of sun, By her dead father's name, by Llewellyn's magnificent name.
text_transcription: AND MY PULSES THAT THROBBED AT SIGHT OF HER TEN YEARS GONE CHILLED AND RECOILED AT HER DELICATE FINGER TOUCH GUESSING ALONG MY BRAZEN WROUGHT MARGIN THE LORD AND THE BLESSING TRACED THROUGH THE VINE THROUGH THE TANGLE OF STAR AND OF SUN BY HER DEAD FATHER'S NAME BY LUELIN'S MAGNIFICENT NAME
phonemes: ænd maɪ pˈʌlsᵻz ðæt θɹˈɑːbd æt sˈaɪt ʌv hɜː, tˈɛn jˈɪɹz ɡˈɔn, tʃˈɪld ænd ɹᵻkˈɔɪld æt hɜː dˈɛlᵻkət fˈɪŋɡɚ tˈʌtʃ, ɡˈɛsɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ maɪ bɹˈeɪzən ɹˈɔːt mˈɑːɹdʒɪn, ðə lˈɔːd ænd ðə blˈɛsɪŋ tɹˈeɪst, θɹˈoʊ ðə vˈaɪn, θɹˈoʊ ðə tˈæŋɡəl ʌv stˈɑːɹ ænd ʌv sˈʌn, baɪ hɜː dˈɛd fˈɑːðɚz nˈeɪm, baɪ lʊwˈɛlɪnz mæɡnˈɪfɪsənt nˈeɪm.