text_original: Though the wilds of enchantment, all vernal and bright, In the days of delusion by fancy combined With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight, Abandon my soul, like a dream of the night, And leave but a desert behind.
text_transcription: THOUGH THE WILDS OF ENCHANTMENT ALL VERNAL AND BRIGHT IN THE DAYS OF DELUSION BY FANCY COMBINED WITH THE VANISHING PHANTOMS OF LOVE AND DELIGHT ABANDON MY SOUL LIKE A DREAM OF THE NIGHT AND LEAVE BUT A DESERT BEHIND
phonemes: ðˌoʊ ðə wˈaɪldz ʌv ɛntʃˈæntmənt, ˈɔːl vˈɜːnəl ænd bɹˈaɪt, ɪnðə dˈeɪz ʌv dᵻlˈuːʒən baɪ fˈænsi kəmbˈaɪnd wɪððə vˈænɪʃɪŋ fˈæntəmz ʌv lˈʌv ænd dᵻlˈaɪt, ɐbˈændən maɪ sˈoʊl, lˈaɪk ɐ dɹˈiːm ʌvðə nˈaɪt, ænd lˈiːv bˌʌt ɐ dˈɛzɚt bᵻhˈaɪnd.