text_original: which, when it could not brook The coldness of another's sympathy, Finds ever a deep peace and stay in thee, Warm as the sunshine of a mossy nook; Light of my soul!
text_transcription: WHICH WHEN IT COULD NOT BROOK THE COLDNESS OF ANOTHER'S SYMPATHY FINDS EVER A DEEP PEACE AND STAY IN THEE WARM AS THE SUNSHINE OF A MOSSY NOOK LIGHT OF MY SOUL
phonemes: wˈɪtʃ, wˌɛn ɪt kʊd nˌɑːt bɹˈʊk ðə kˈoʊldnəs ʌv ɐnˈʌðɚz sˈɪmpəθi, fˈaɪndz ˈɛvɚɹ ɐ dˈiːp pˈiːs ænd stˈeɪ ɪn ðˈiː, wˈɔːɹm æz ðə sˈʌnʃaɪn əvə mˈɔsi nˈʊk; lˈaɪt ʌv maɪ sˈoʊl!