text_original: No wave of pilgrim footsteps surges here, No sheaf of tapers lifts its votive gleam, The half taught critic comes not with his sneer, When I draw nigh, dear saint, to dream.
text_transcription: NO WAVE OF PILGRIM FOOTSTEPS SURGES HERE NO SHEAF OF TAPERS LIFTS ITS MOTIVE GLEAM THE HALF TAUGHT CRITIC COMES NOT WITH HIS SNEER WHEN I DRAW NIGH DEAR SAINT TO DREAM
phonemes: nˈoʊ wˈeɪv ʌv pˈɪlɡɹɪm fˈʊtstɛps sˈɜːdʒᵻz hˈɪɹ, nˈoʊ ʃˈiːf ʌv tˈeɪpɚz lˈɪfts ɪts vˈoʊɾɪv ɡlˈiːm, ðə hˈæf tˈɔːt kɹˈɪɾɪk kˈʌmz nˌɑːt wɪð hɪz snˈɪɹ, wˌɛn aɪ dɹˈɔː nˈaɪ, dˈɪɹ sˈeɪnt, tə dɹˈiːm.