text_original: Open thy lips yet once again And, while my soul doth hush With awe, pour forth that holy strain Which seemeth me to gush, A fount of music, running o'er From thy deep spirit's inmost core!
text_transcription: OPEN THY LIPS YET ONCE AGAIN AND WHILE MY SOUL DOTH HUSH WITH AWE POUR FORTH THAT HOLY STRAIN WHICH SEEMETH ME TO GUSH A FOUNT OF MUSIC RUNNING O'ER FROM THY DEEP SPIRIT'S INMOST CORE
phonemes: ˈoʊpən ðˌaɪ lˈɪps jˈɛt wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn ænd, wˌaɪl maɪ sˈoʊl dʌθ hˈʌʃ wɪð ˈɔː, pˈɔːɹ fˈɔːɹθ ðæt hˈoʊli stɹˈeɪn wˌɪtʃ sˈiːməθ mˌiː tə ɡˈʌʃ, ɐ fˈaʊnt ʌv mjˈuːzɪk, ɹˈʌnɪŋ ˈɔːɹ fɹʌm ðˌaɪ dˈiːp spˈɪɹɪts ˈɪnmoʊst kˈɔːɹ!