text_original: The curses of gold are about thee, And thy sorrow deepeneth still; One madness within and without thee. One battle blind and shrill. 2l6 ALCYONE I see the crowds for ever Go by with hurrying feet; Through doors that darken never I hear the engines beat.
text_transcription: THE CURSES OF GOLD ARE ABOUT THEE AND THY SORROW DEEPENETH STILL ONE MADNESS WITHIN AND WITHOUT THEE ONE BATTLE BLIND AND SHRILL I SEE THE CROWDS FOREVER GO BY WITH HURRYING FEET THROUGH DOORS THAT DARKEN NEVER I HEAR THE ENGINE'S BEAT
phonemes: ðə kˈɜːsᵻz ʌv ɡˈoʊld ɑːɹ ɐbˌaʊt ðˈiː, ænd ðˌaɪ sˈɑːɹoʊ dˈiːpiːnəθ stˈɪl; wˈʌn mˈædnəs wɪðˌɪn ænd wɪðˌaʊt ðˈiː. wˈʌn bˈæɾəl blˈaɪnd ænd ʃɹˈɪl. tˈuː ˈɛl sˈɪks ˈælsɪˌoʊn aɪ sˈiː ðə kɹˈaʊdz fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ ɡˌoʊ baɪ wɪð hˈɜːɹiɪŋ fˈiːt; θɹuː dˈɔːɹz ðæt dˈɑːɹkən nˈɛvɚɹ aɪ hˈɪɹ ðɪ ˈɛndʒɪnz bˈiːt.