text_original: I picture it all, and my blood is stirred, As by unknown lakes they go, — The ring of the axe, and the leader's word, Where the stubborn forests grow.
text_transcription: I PICTURE IT ALL AND MY BLOOD IS STIRRED AS BY UNKNOWN LAKES THEY GO THE RING OF THE AXE AND THE LEADER'S SWORD WHERE THE STUBBORN FORESTS GROW
phonemes: aɪ pˈɪktʃɚɹ ɪɾ ˈɔːl, ænd maɪ blˈʌd ɪz stˈɜːd, æz baɪ ʌnnˈoʊn lˈeɪks ðeɪ ɡˈoʊ, — ðə ɹˈɪŋ ʌvðɪ ˈæks, ænd ðə lˈiːdɚz wˈɜːd, wˌɛɹ ðə stˈʌbɚn fˈɔːɹɪsts ɡɹˈoʊ.