text_original: 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: 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: 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.