text_original: And when from Time shall drop Earth's days Like chaff from the bloom of the year sublime, With the gentle spirits of every time, And the martyr souls, he will find his place.
text_transcription: AND WHEN FROM TIME SHALL DROP EARTH'S DAYS LIKE CHAFF FROM THE BLOOM OF THE YEAR SUBLIME WITH THE GENTLE SPIRITS OF EVERY TIME AND THE MARTYR SOULS HE WILL FIND HIS PLACE
phonemes: ænd wɛn fɹʌm tˈaɪm ʃˌæl dɹˈɑːp ˈɜːθz dˈeɪz lˈaɪk tʃˈæf fɹʌmðə blˈuːm ʌvðə jˈɪɹ sʌblˈaɪm, wɪððə dʒˈɛntəl spˈɪɹɪts ʌv ˈɛvɹi tˈaɪm, ænd ðə mˈɑːɹɾɚ sˈoʊlz, hiː wɪl fˈaɪnd hɪz plˈeɪs.