text_original: Dim through the dusk, like some unearthly presence, Bubbles the Slumber song of some wild bird; And with it borne, faint on a breeze sweet essence, The rainy murmur of a fountain's heard   As if young lips had breathed a perfumed word.
text_transcription: DIM THROUGH THE DUSK LIKE SOME UNEARTHLY PRESENCE BUBBLES THE SLUMBER SONG OF SOME WILD BIRD AND WITH IT BORNE FAINT ON A BREEZE SWEET ESSENCE THE RAINY MURMUR OF A FOUNTAIN'S HEARD AS IF YOUNG LIPS HAD BREATHED A PERFUMED WORD
phonemes: dˈɪm θɹuː ðə dˈʌsk, lˈaɪk sˌʌm ʌnˈɜːθli pɹˈɛzəns, bˈʌbəlz ðə slˈʌmbɚ sˈɔŋ ʌv sˌʌm wˈaɪld bˈɜːd; ænd wɪð ɪt bˈɔːɹn, fˈeɪnt ˌɔn ɐ bɹˈiːz swˈiːt ˈɛsəns, ðə ɹˈeɪni mˈɜːmɚɹ əvə fˈaʊntɪnz hˈɜːd æz ɪf jˈʌŋ lˈɪps hæd bɹˈiːðd ɐ pˈɜːfjuːmd wˈɜːd.