text_original: VIII _The Greater Joy_ Not that young Joy who looked with laughing eyes, That jocund sprite with open, idle fingers Stretched to the dawn, the dawn whose gold light lingers Across the far blue hills of Paradise.
text_transcription: A THE GREATER JOY NOT THAT YOUNG JOY WHO LOOKED WITH LAUGHING EYES THAT JOCUND SPRITE WITH OPEN IDLE FINGERS STRETCHED TO THE DAWN THE DAWN WHOSE GOLD LIGHT LINGERS ACROSS THE FAR BLUE HILLS OF PARADISE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ˈeɪt ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ dʒˈɔɪ nˌɑːt ðæt jˈʌŋ dʒˈɔɪ hˌuː lˈʊkt wɪð lˈæfɪŋ ˈaɪz, ðæt dʒˈɑːkʌnd spɹˈaɪt wɪð ˈoʊpən, ˈaɪdəl fˈɪŋɡɚz stɹˈɛtʃt tə ðə dˈɔːn, ðə dˈɔːn hˌuːz ɡˈoʊld lˈaɪt lˈɪŋɡɚz əkɹˌɑːs ðə fˈɑːɹ blˈuː hˈɪlz ʌv pˈæɹədˌaɪs.