text_original: Through my west window streams the setting sun. I kneel within my chamber, and confess My sin and sorrow, filled with vain distress, In place of honest joy for work well done.
text_transcription: THROUGH MY WEST WINDOW STREAMS THE SETTING SUN I KNEEL WITHIN MY CHAMBER AND CONFESS MY SIN AND SORROW FILLED WITH VAIN DISTRESS IN PLACE OF HONEST JOY FOR WORK WELL DONE
phonemes: θɹuː maɪ wˈɛst wˈɪndoʊ stɹˈiːmz ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn. aɪ nˈiːl wɪðˌɪn maɪ tʃˈeɪmbɚ, ænd kənfˈɛs maɪ sˈɪn ænd sˈɑːɹoʊ, fˈɪld wɪð vˈeɪn dɪstɹˈɛs, ɪn plˈeɪs ʌv ˈɑːnɪst dʒˈɔɪ fɔːɹ wˈɜːk wˈɛl dˈʌn.