text_original: Through my west window streams the setting sun. I kneel within my chamber, and confess My sin and sorrow, filled with vain distress, In place of honest joy for work well done. At noon I passed some labourers in a field. The sweat ran down upon each sunburnt face, Which shone like copper in the ardent glow. And one looked up, with envy unconcealed, Beholding my cool cheeks and listless pace, Yet he was happier, though he did not know.
text_transcription: THROUGH MY WEST WINDOW STREAMS THE SETTING SUN I KNEEL WITHIN MY CHAMBER AND CONFESS MY SIN AND SORROW FILLED WITH VAIN DISTRESS IN PLACE OF HONEST JOY FOR WORK WELL DONE AT NOON I PASSED SOME LABOURERS IN A FIELD THE SWEAT RAN DOWN UPON EACH SUNBURNT FACE WHICH SHONE LIKE COPPER IN THE ARDENT GLOW AND ONE LOOKED UP WITH ENVY UNCONCEALED BEHOLDING MY COOL CHEEKS AND LISTLESS PACE YET HE WAS HAPPIER THOUGH HE DID NOT KNOW
phonemes: θɹuː maɪ wˈɛst wˈɪndoʊ stɹˈiːmz ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn. aɪ nˈiːl wɪðˌɪn maɪ tʃˈeɪmbɚ, ænd kənfˈɛs maɪ sˈɪn ænd sˈɑːɹoʊ, fˈɪld wɪð vˈeɪn dɪstɹˈɛs, ɪn plˈeɪs ʌv ˈɑːnɪst dʒˈɔɪ fɔːɹ wˈɜːk wˈɛl dˈʌn. æt nˈuːn aɪ pˈæst sˌʌm lˈeɪbɚɹɚz ɪn ɐ fˈiːld. ðə swˈɛt ɹˈæn dˌaʊn əpˌɑːn ˈiːtʃ sˈʌnbɜːnt fˈeɪs, wˌɪtʃ ʃˈɑːn lˈaɪk kˈɑːpɚɹ ɪnðɪ ˈɑːɹdənt ɡlˈoʊ. ænd wˈʌn lˈʊkt ˈʌp, wɪð ˈɛnvi ʌŋkənsˈiːld, bᵻhˈoʊldɪŋ maɪ kˈuːl tʃˈiːks ænd lˈɪstləs pˈeɪs, jˈɛt hiː wʌz hˈæpɪɚ, ðˌoʊ hiː dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ.