text_original: When with thy two hands thou touchest me, I feel the brushing of cool leaves Against my cheek; When midday cleaves The dimness, all the shadows secretly Meditate the words that thou didst speak.
text_transcription: WHEN WITH THY TWO HANDS THOU TOUCHEST ME I FEEL THE BRUSHING OF COOL LEAVES AGAINST MY CHEEK WHEN MIDDAY CLEAVES THE DIMNESS ALL THE SHADOWS SECRETLY MEDITATE THE WORDS THAT THOU DIDST SPEAK
phonemes: wˌɛn wɪð ðˌaɪ tˈuː hˈændz ðˈaʊ tˈʌtʃɪst mˌiː, aɪ fˈiːl ðə bɹˈʌʃɪŋ ʌv kˈuːl lˈiːvz ɐɡˈɛnst maɪ tʃˈiːk; wˌɛn mˌɪddˈeɪ klˈiːvz ðə dˈɪmnəs, ˈɔːl ðə ʃˈædoʊz sˈiːkɹᵻtli mˈɛdᵻtˌeɪt ðə wˈɜːdz ðæt ðˈaʊ dˈɪdst spˈiːk.