text_original: Disjointing shapes as in the fairy land of dreams, Or images that sink in streams; No wonder, then, we talk amiss Of truth, and what, or where it is; Say, Muse, for thou, if any, know'st, Since the bright essence fled, where haunts the reverend ghost?
text_transcription: DISJOINTING SHAPES AS IN THE FAIRY LAND OF DREAMS OR IMAGES THAT SINK IN STREAMS NO WONDER THEN WE TALK AMISS OF TRUTH IN WHAT OR WHERE IT IS SAY MUSE FOR THOU IF ANY KNOWEST SINCE THE BRIGHT ESSENCE FLED WHERE HAUNTS THE REVEREND GHOST
phonemes: dɪsdʒˈɔɪntɪŋ ʃˈeɪps æz ɪnðə fˈɛɹi lˈænd ʌv dɹˈiːmz, ɔːɹ ˈɪmɪdʒᵻz ðæt sˈɪŋk ɪn stɹˈiːmz; nˈoʊ wˈʌndɚ, ðˈɛn, wiː tˈɔːk ɐmˈɪs ʌv tɹˈuːθ, ænd wˈʌt, ɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ɪɾ ˈɪz; sˈeɪ, mjˈuːz, fɔːɹ ðˈaʊ, ɪf ˌɛni, nˈoʊst, sˈɪns ðə bɹˈaɪt ˈɛsəns flˈɛd, wˌɛɹ hˈɔːnts ðə ɹˈɛvɚɹˌɛnd ɡˈoʊst?