text_original: XXVII. TO ARTEMIS (ll. 1 20) I sing of Artemis, whose shafts are of gold, who cheers on the hounds, the pure maiden, shooter of stags, who delights in archery, own sister to Apollo with the golden sword.
text_transcription: TO ARTEMUS I SING OF ARTEMUS WHOSE SHAFTS ARE OF GOLD WHO CHEERS ON THE HOUNDS THE PURE MAIDEN SHOOTER OF STAGS WHO DELIGHTS IN ARCHERY OWN SISTER TO APOLLO WITH THE GOLDEN SWORD
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti sˈɛvən. tuː ˈɑːɹɾɪmˌɪs (ˌɛlˈɛl. wˈʌn twˈɛnti) aɪ sˈɪŋ ʌv ˈɑːɹɾɪmˌɪs, hˌuːz ʃˈæfts ɑːɹ ʌv ɡˈoʊld, hˌuː tʃˈɪɹz ɔnðə hˈaʊndz, ðə pjˈʊɹ mˈeɪdən, ʃˈuːɾɚɹ ʌv stˈæɡz, hˌuː dᵻlˈaɪts ɪn ˈɑːɹtʃɚɹi, ˈoʊn sˈɪstɚ tʊ ɐpˈɑːloʊ wɪððə ɡˈoʊldən sˈɔːɹd.