text_original: And men have brought thee unto this at length, Tho "Freedom! freedom!" seemed thy native cry, Lost are the ancient eyries on the sky, The azure lanes, the sunlight in its strength. Yet look on me, and one thy gaze shall find Freeborn, but doomed awhile thy fate to share Whose wings, as thine, ache for a wider air And solitudes august with stars and wind.
text_transcription: AND MEN HAVE BROUGHT THEE UNTO THIS AT LENGTH THOUGH FREEDOM FREEDOM SEEM'D THY NATIVE CRY LOST ARE THE ANCIENT ERIES ON THE SKY THE AZURE LANES THE SUNLIGHT IN ITS STRENGTH YET LOOK ON ME AND ONE THY GAZE SHALL FIND FREE BORN BUT DOOM THE WHILE THY FATE TO SHARE WHOSE WINGS AS THINE ACHE FOR WIDER AIR AND SOLITUDES AUGUST WITH STARS AND WIND
phonemes: ænd mˈɛn hæv bɹˈɔːt ðiː ˌʌntʊ ðɪs æt lˈɛŋθ, ðˈoʊ "fɹˈiːdəm! fɹˈiːdəm!" sˈiːmd ðˌaɪ nˈeɪɾɪv kɹˈaɪ, lˈɔst ɑːɹ ðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt ˈaɪɹiz ɔnðə skˈaɪ, ðɪ ˈæʒɚ lˈeɪnz, ðə sˈʌnlaɪt ɪn ɪts stɹˈɛŋθ. jˈɛt lˈʊk ˈɔn mˌiː, ænd wˈʌn ðˌaɪ ɡˈeɪz ʃˌæl fˈaɪnd fɹˈiːbɔːɹn, bˌʌt dˈuːmd ɐwˈaɪl ðˌaɪ fˈeɪt tə ʃˈɛɹ hˌuːz wˈɪŋz, æz ðˈaɪn, ˈeɪk fɚɹə wˈaɪdɚɹ ˈɛɹ ænd sˈɑːlɪtˌuːdz ˈɔːɡəst wɪð stˈɑːɹz ænd wˈɪnd.