text_original: QUI DOCET, DISCIT. I. When all the world was white with flowers, And Summer, in her sun built towers, Stood smiling 'mid her handmaid Hours, Who robed her limbs for bridal; Somewhere between the golden sands And purple hills of Folly's lands, Love, with a laugh, let go our hands, And left our sides to idle.
text_transcription: KUDOCATE DISCIT ONE WHEN ALL THE WORLD WAS WHITE WITH FLOWERS AND SUMMER IN HER SUNBUILT TOWERS STOOD SMILING MID HER HANDMAID OURS WHO ROBED HER LIMBS FOR BRIDLE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE GOLDEN SANDS AND PURPLE HILLS OF FOLLY'S LANDS LOVE WITH A LAUGH LET GO OUR HANDS AND LEFT OUR SIGHTS TO IDLE
phonemes: kwi dˈɑːsɪt, dɪssˈɪt. ˈaɪ. wˌɛn ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld wʌz wˈaɪt wɪð flˈaʊɚz, ænd sˈʌmɚ, ɪn hɜː sˈʌn bˈɪlt tˈaʊɚz, stˈʊd smˈaɪlɪŋ mˈɪd hɜː hˈændmeɪd ˈaʊɚz, hˌuː ɹˈoʊbd hɜː lˈɪmz fɔːɹ bɹˈaɪdəl; sˈʌmwɛɹ bᵻtwˌiːn ðə ɡˈoʊldən sˈændz ænd pˈɜːpəl hˈɪlz ʌv fˈɑːliz lˈændz, lˈʌv, wɪð ɐ lˈæf, lˈɛt ɡˌoʊ ˌaʊɚ hˈændz, ænd lˈɛft ˌaʊɚ sˈaɪdz tʊ ˈaɪdəl.