text_original: There in impossible times, lands of the amorous turtle, Still, on a porphyry shrine lay the memorial sword, Sheathed in reverberate gold, consecrate laurel and myrtle, Cold in the plenty and peace, waiting the hand of the Lord.
text_transcription: THERE IN IMPOSSIBLE TIMES LANDS OF THE AMOROUS TURTLE STILL ON A PORPHYRY SHRINE LAY THE MEMORIAL SWORD SHEATHED IN REVERBERATE GOLD CONSECRED LAUREL AND MYRTLE COLD IN THE PLENTY AND PEACE WAITING THE HAND OF THE LO
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪn ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl tˈaɪmz, lˈændz ʌvðɪ ˈæmɚɹəs tˈɜːɾəl, stˈɪl, ˌɔn ɐ pˈɔːɹfɪɹi ʃɹˈaɪn lˈeɪ ðə məmˈɔːɹɪəl sˈɔːɹd, ʃˈiːðd ɪn ɹᵻvˈɜːbɚɹˌeɪt ɡˈoʊld, kˈɑːnsɪkɹˌeɪt lˈɔːɹəl ænd mˈɜːɾəl, kˈoʊld ɪnðə plˈɛnti ænd pˈiːs, wˈeɪɾɪŋ ðə hˈænd ʌvðə lˈɔːɹd.