text_original: Thy mate alone might share thy towering flight, On equal wing in lonely heavens borne, And rest with thee, waiting the distant morn, On pinnacles made silent by the night.
text_transcription: THY MATE ALONE MIGHT SHARE THY TOWERING FLIGHT ON EQUAL WING IN LONELY HEAVENS BORN AND REST WITH THEE WAITING THE DISTANT MORN ON PINNACLES MADE SILENT BY THE NIGHT
phonemes: ðˌaɪ mˈeɪt ɐlˈoʊn mˌaɪt ʃˈɛɹ ðˌaɪ tˈaʊɚɹɪŋ flˈaɪt, ˌɔn ˈiːkwəl wˈɪŋ ɪn lˈoʊnli hˈɛvənz bˈɔːɹn, ænd ɹˈɛst wɪð ðˈiː, wˈeɪɾɪŋ ðə dˈɪstənt mˈɔːɹn, ˌɔn pˈɪnəkəlz mˌeɪd sˈaɪlənt baɪ ðə nˈaɪt.