text_original: The Altar Alone, remote, nor witting where I went, I found an altar builded in a dream    A fiery place, whereof there was a gleam So swift, so searching, and so eloquent Of upward promise, that love's murmur, blent With sorrow's warning, gave but a supreme Unending impulse to that human stream Whose flood was all for the flame's fury bent.
text_transcription: THE ALTAR ALONE REMOTE NOR WITTING WHERE I WENT I FOUND AN ALTAR BUILDED IN A DREAM A FIERY PLACE WHEREOF THERE WAS A GLEAM SO SWIFT SO SEARCHING AND SO ELOQUENT OF UPWARD PROMISE THAT LOVE'S MURMUR BLENT WITH SORROW'S WARNING GAVE BUT A SUPREME UNENDING IMPULSE TO THAT HUMAN STREAM WHOSE FLOOD WAS ALL FOR THE FLAME'S FURY BENT
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɔltɚɹ ɐlˈoʊn, ɹᵻmˈoʊt, nˈɔːɹ wˈɪɾɪŋ wˌɛɹ aɪ wˈɛnt, aɪ fˈaʊnd ɐn ˈɔltɚ bˈɪldᵻd ɪn ɐ dɹˈiːm ɐ fˈaɪɚɹi plˈeɪs, wˈɛɹɑːf ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ ɡlˈiːm sˌoʊ swˈɪft, sˌoʊ sˈɜːtʃɪŋ, ænd sˌoʊ ˈɛləkwənt ʌv ˈʌpwɚd pɹˈɑːmɪs, ðæt lˈʌvz mˈɜːmɚ, blˈɛnt wɪð sˈɑːɹoʊz wˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ɡˈeɪv bˌʌt ɐ suːpɹˈiːm ˌʌnˈɛndɪŋ ˈɪmpʌls tə ðæt hjˈuːmən stɹˈiːm hˌuːz flˈʌd wʌz ˈɔːl fɚðə flˈeɪmz fjˈʊɹɹi bˈɛnt.