text_original: Let the bold spirit revel in the hills In wilful dalliance and vanity, But let us worship in simplicity The very truth that holds our hearts and wills; Nor can love be more fully said Than when soul speaks to soul at night, and overhead The innumerable silent stars like eyes Burn each on each, A speaking that surpasses speech, Amid the barkening silence of the skies.
text_transcription: LET THE BOLD SPIRIT REVEL IN THE HILLS IN WILFUL DALLIANCE AND VANITY BUT LET US WORSHIP IN SIMPLICITY THE VERY TRUTH THAT HOLDS OUR HEARTS AND WILLS NOR CAN LOVE BE MORE FULLY SAID THAN WHEN SOUL SPEAKS TO SOUL AT NIGHT AND OVERHEAD THE INNUMERABLE SILENT STARS LIKE EYES BURN EACH ON EACH A SPEAKING THAT SURPASSES SPEECH AMID THE BARKING SILENCE OF THE SKIES
phonemes: lˈɛt ðə bˈoʊld spˈɪɹɪt ɹˈɛvəl ɪnðə hˈɪlz ɪn wˈɪlfəl dˈæliəns ænd vˈænᵻɾi, bˌʌt lˈɛt ˌʌs wˈɜːʃɪp ɪn sɪmplˈɪsᵻɾi ðə vˈɛɹi tɹˈuːθ ðæt hˈoʊldz ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts ænd wˈɪlz; nˈɔːɹ kæn lˈʌv biː mˈɔːɹ fˈʊli sˈɛd ðɐn wɛn sˈoʊl spˈiːks tə sˈoʊl æt nˈaɪt, ænd ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd ðɪ ɪnˈuːmɚɹəbəl sˈaɪlənt stˈɑːɹz lˈaɪk ˈaɪz bˈɜːn ˈiːtʃ ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ, ɐ spˈiːkɪŋ ðæt sɚpˈæsᵻz spˈiːtʃ, ɐmˈɪd ðə bˈɑːɹkənɪŋ sˈaɪləns ʌvðə skˈaɪz.