text_original: Then lo, I mount as slowly as I sung, And then I'll make a line for every rung;[2] There's nine, I see,  the Muses, too, are nine. Who would refuse to die a death like mine!
text_transcription: THEN LO I MOUNT AS SLOWLY AS I SUNG AND THEN I'LL MAKE A LINE FOR EVERY RUNG THERE'S NINE I SEE THE MUSES TWO ARE NINE WHO WOULD REFUSE TO DIE A DEATH LIKE MINE
phonemes: ðˈɛn lˈoʊ, aɪ mˈaʊnt æz slˈoʊli æz aɪ sˈʌŋ, ænd ðˈɛn aɪl mˌeɪk ɐ lˈaɪn fɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi ɹˈʌŋ;[tˈuː] ðɛɹz nˈaɪn, aɪ sˈiː,  ðə mjˈuːzᵻz, tˈuː, ɑːɹ nˈaɪn. hˌuː wʊd ɹᵻfjˈuːz tə dˈaɪ ɐ dˈɛθ lˈaɪk mˈaɪn!