text_original: Unknown the forms we the high priesthood use At the divine appearance of the Muse, Which to divulge might shake profane belief, And tell the irreligion of my grief; Grief that excused the tribute of my knees, And shaped my passion in such words as these! Malignant goddess!
text_transcription: UNKNOWN THE FORMS WE THE HIGH PRIESTHOOD USE AT THE DIVINE APPEARANCE OF THE MUSE WHICH TO DIVULGE MIGHT SHAKE PROFANE BELIEF AND TELL THE IRRELIGION OF MY GRIEF GRIEF THAT EXCUSED THE TRIBUTE OF MY KNEES AND SHAPED MY PASSION IN SUCH WORDS AS THESE MALIGNANT GODDESS
phonemes: ʌnnˈoʊn ðə fˈɔːɹmz wiː ðə hˈaɪ pɹˈiːsthʊd jˈuːs æt ðə dᵻvˈaɪn ɐpˈɪɹəns ʌvðə mjˈuːz, wˌɪtʃ tə daɪvˈʌldʒ mˌaɪt ʃˈeɪk pɹəfˈeɪn bᵻlˈiːf, ænd tˈɛl ðɪ ɪɹᵻlˈɪdʒən ʌv maɪ ɡɹˈiːf; ɡɹˈiːf ðæt ɛkskjˈuːst ðə tɹˈɪbjuːt ʌv maɪ nˈiːz, ænd ʃˈeɪpt maɪ pˈæʃən ɪn sˈʌtʃ wˈɜːdz æz ðˈiːz! məlˈɪɡnənt ɡˈɑːdəs!