text_original: Between the rose's and the canna's crimson, Beneath her window in the night I stand; The jeweled dew hangs little stars, in rims, on The white moonflowers  each a spirit hand That points the path to mystic shadowland.
text_transcription: BETWEEN THE ROSES AND THE CANNAS CRIMSON BENEATH HER WINDOW IN THE NIGHT I STAND THE JEWELLED DEW HANGS LITTLE STARS IN RIMS ON THE WHITE MOON FLOWERS EACH A SPIRIT HAND THAT POINTS THE PATH TO MYSTIC SHADOW LAND
phonemes: bᵻtwˌiːn ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz ænd ðə kˈænəz kɹˈɪmsən, bᵻnˌiːθ hɜː wˈɪndoʊ ɪnðə nˈaɪt aɪ stˈænd; ðə dʒˈuːəld dˈuː hˈæŋz lˈɪɾəl stˈɑːɹz, ɪn ɹˈɪmz, ɔnðə wˈaɪt mˈuːnflaʊɚz ˈiːtʃ ɐ spˈɪɹɪt hˈænd ðæt pˈɔɪnts ðə pˈæθ tə mˈɪstɪk ʃˈædoʊlənd.