text_original: When I drew forth my pen, with your pen you ran back; But I found out the way to your den by its track: From thence the black monster I drew, o' my conscience, And so brought to light what before was stark nonsense.
text_transcription: WHEN I DREW FORTH MY PEN WITH YOUR PEN YOU RAN BACK BUT I FOUND OUT THE WAY TO YOUR DEN BY ITS TRACK FROM THENCE THE BLACK MONSTER I DREW O MY CONSCIENCE AND SO BROUGHT TO LIGHT WHAT BEFORE WAS STARK NONSENSE
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪ dɹˈuː fˈɔːɹθ maɪ pˈɛn, wɪð jʊɹ pˈɛn juː ɹˈæn bˈæk; bˌʌt aɪ fˈaʊnd ˈaʊt ðə wˈeɪ tə jʊɹ dˈɛn baɪ ɪts tɹˈæk: fɹʌm ðˈɛns ðə blˈæk mˈɔnstɚɹ aɪ dɹˈuː, ˈoʊ maɪ kˈɑːnʃəns, ænd sˌoʊ bɹˈɔːt tə lˈaɪt wʌt bᵻfˌɔːɹ wʌz stˈɑːɹk nˈɑːnsəns.