text_original: What man with soul so blind as sees not here The first faint tremble of Hope's morning star, Foretelling how the God forged shafts of dawn, Fitted already on their golden string, Shall soon leap earthward with exulting flight To thrid the dark heart of that evil faith Whose trust is in the clumsy arms of Force, The ozier hauberk of a ruder age?
text_transcription: WHAT MAN WITH SOULS SO BLIND AS SEES NOT HERE THE FIRST FAINT TREMBLE OF HOPE'S MORNING STAR FORETELLING HOW THE GOD FORGED SHAFTS OF DAWN FITTED ALREADY ON THEIR GOLDEN STRING SHALL SOON LEAP EARTHWARD WITH EXULTING FLIGHT TO THREAD THE DARK HEART OF THAT EVIL FAITH WHOSE TRUST IS IN THE CLUMSY ARMS OF FORCE THE OZIR HAUBERK OF A RUDER AGE
phonemes: wˌʌt mˈæn wɪð sˈoʊl sˌoʊ blˈaɪnd æz sˈiːz nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ ðə fˈɜːst fˈeɪnt tɹˈɛmbəl ʌv hˈoʊpz mˈɔːɹnɪŋ stˈɑːɹ, fɔːɹtˈɛlɪŋ hˌaʊ ðə ɡˈɑːd fˈɔːɹdʒd ʃˈæfts ʌv dˈɔːn, fˈɪɾᵻd ɔːlɹˌɛdi ˌɔn ðɛɹ ɡˈoʊldən stɹˈɪŋ, ʃˌæl sˈuːn lˈiːp ˈɜːθwɚd wɪð ɛɡzˈʌltɪŋ flˈaɪt tə θɹˈɪd ðə dˈɑːɹk hˈɑːɹt ʌv ðæt ˈiːvəl fˈeɪθ hˌuːz tɹˈʌst ɪz ɪnðə klˈʌmzi ˈɑːɹmz ʌv fˈɔːɹs, ðɪ ˈɑːziɚ hˈɔːbɜːk əvɚ ɹˈuːdɚɹ ˈeɪdʒ?