text_original: For the light that shows the huddled things Of this close pressing earth, Shines also on your face and brings All its dear beauty back to me In a new miracle of birth.
text_transcription: FOR THE LIGHT THAT SHOWS THE HUDDLED THINGS OF THIS CLOSE PRESSING EARTH SHINES ALSO ON YOUR FACE AND BRINGS ALL ITS DEAR BEAUTY BACK TO ME IN A NEW MIRACLE OF BIRTH
phonemes: fɚðə lˈaɪt ðæt ʃˈoʊz ðə hˈʌdəld θˈɪŋz ʌv ðɪs klˈoʊs pɹˈɛsɪŋ ˈɜːθ, ʃˈaɪnz ˈɔːlsoʊ ˌɔn jʊɹ fˈeɪs ænd bɹˈɪŋz ˈɔːl ɪts dˈɪɹ bjˈuːɾi bˈæk tə mˌiː ɪn ɐ nˈuː mˈɪɹəkəl ʌv bˈɜːθ.