text_original: A fair, swift bark from some radiant realm, Its diamond cordage cuts the sky In glittering lines; all silently A seeming spirit holds the helm And steers: will he pass me by?
text_transcription: A FAIR SWIFT BARK FROM SOME RADIANT REALM ITS DIAMOND CORDAGE CUTS THE SKY IN GLITTERING LINES ALL SILENTLY A SEEMING SPIRIT HOLDS THE HELM AND STEERS WILL HE PASS ME BY
phonemes: ɐ fˈɛɹ, swˈɪft bˈɑːɹk fɹʌm sˌʌm ɹˈeɪdiənt ɹˈɛlm, ɪts dˈaɪəmənd kˈɔːɹdɪdʒ kˈʌts ðə skˈaɪ ɪn ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ lˈaɪnz; ˈɔːl sˈaɪləntli ɐ sˈiːmɪŋ spˈɪɹɪt hˈoʊldz ðə hˈɛlm ænd stˈɪɹz: wɪl hiː pˈæs mˌiː bˈaɪ?