text_original: Though many an unsung elegy Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold, O goat foot God of Arcady! Ah, what remains to us of thee?
text_transcription: THOUGH MANY AN UNSUNG ELEGY SLEEPS IN THE REEDS OUR RIVERS HOLD O GOADFOOT GOD OF ARCADEE AH WHAT REMAINS TO US OF THEE
phonemes: ðˌoʊ mˈɛni ɐn ʌnsˈʌŋ ˈɛlɪdʒi slˈiːps ɪnðə ɹˈiːdz ˌaʊɚ ɹˈɪvɚz hˈoʊld, ˈoʊ ɡˈoʊt fˈʊt ɡˈɑːd ʌv ˈɑːɹkædi! ˈɑː, wˌʌt ɹᵻmˈeɪnz tʊ ˌʌs ʌv ðˈiː?