text_original: It lifted, it spun us about, Then shot us ahead through the hills of the sea As if a great arrow shot shoreward in wars   Then heaven split open till we saw the blown stars. XIV. On! On! Through the foam, through the storm, through the town, She was gone. She was lost in the wilderness Of palaces lifting their marbles of snow. I stood in my gondola.
text_transcription: S IT LIFTED IT SPUN US ABOUT THEN SHOT US AHEAD THROUGH THE HILLS OF THE SEA AS IF A GREAT ARROW SHOT SHOREWARD IN WARS THEN HEAVEN SPLIT OPEN TILL WE SAW THE BLOWN STARS FOURTEEN ON ON THROUGH THE FOAM THROUGH THE STORM THROUGH THE TOWN SHE WAS GONE SHE WAS LOST IN THE WILDERNESS OF PALACES LIFTING THEIR MARBLES OF SNOW I STOOD IN MY GONDOLA
phonemes: ɪt lˈɪftᵻd, ɪt spˈʌn ˌʌs ɐbˈaʊt, ðˈɛn ʃˈɑːt ˌʌs ɐhˈɛd θɹuː ðə hˈɪlz ʌvðə sˈiː æz ɪf ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ˈæɹoʊ ʃˈɑːt ʃˈɔːɹwɔːɹd ɪn wˈɔːɹz ðˈɛn hˈɛvən splˈɪt ˈoʊpən tˈɪl wiː sˈɔː ðə blˈoʊn stˈɑːɹz. ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹtiːn. ˈɔn! ˈɔn! θɹuː ðə fˈoʊm, θɹuː ðə stˈɔːɹm, θɹuː ðə tˈaʊn, ʃiː wʌz ɡˈɔn. ʃiː wʌz lˈɔst ɪnðə wˈɪldɚnəs ʌv pˈælɪsᵻz lˈɪftɪŋ ðɛɹ mˈɑːɹbəlz ʌv snˈoʊ. aɪ stˈʊd ɪn maɪ ɡəndˈoʊlə.