text_original: Off from my lids then a moment yet, Fingering Death, for again I must see Lifted by memory all that I met Under Time's lee. There!... I'm a child again  fair, so fair! Under the eyes does a marvel not burn?
text_transcription: OFF FROM MY LIDS THEN A MOMENT YET FINGERING DEATH FOR AGAIN I MUST SEE LIFTED BY MEMORY ALL THAT I MET ON THE TIME'S LEA THERE I'M A CHILD AGAIN FAIR SO FAIR UNDER THE EYES DOES A MARVEL NOT BURN
phonemes: ˈɔf fɹʌm maɪ lˈɪdz ðˈɛn ɐ mˈoʊmənt jˈɛt, fˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ dˈɛθ, fɔːɹ ɐɡˈɛn aɪ mˈʌst sˈiː lˈɪftᵻd baɪ mˈɛmɚɹi ˈɔːl ðæt aɪ mˈɛt ˌʌndɚ tˈaɪmz lˈiː. ðˈɛɹ!... aɪm ɐ tʃˈaɪld ɐɡˈɛn fˈɛɹ, sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ! ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈaɪz dˈʌz ɐ mˈɑːɹvəl nˌɑːt bˈɜːn?