text_original: In each breast What mutinies attest The ceaseless march of all things to their fate ! Unto what Land, on what dim road compelled, Depart, unlingering, the bidden feet? What memories repeat That life is exile and a home withheld?
text_transcription: IN EACH BREAST WHAT MUTINIES ATTEST THE CEASELESS MARCH OF ALL THINGS TO THEIR FATE UNTO WHAT LAND ON WHAT DIM ROAD COMPELLED DEPART UNLIKEERING THE BIDDEN FEET WHAT MEMORIES REPEAT THAT LIFE IS EXILE AND THE HOME WITHHELD
phonemes: ɪn ˈiːtʃ bɹˈɛst wʌt mjˈuːtɪniz ɐtˈɛst ðə sˈiːsləs mˈɑːɹtʃ ʌv ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz tə ðɛɹ fˈeɪt ! ˌʌntʊ wʌt lˈænd, ˌɔn wʌt dˈɪm ɹˈoʊd kəmpˈɛld, dᵻpˈɑːɹt, ʌnlˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ, ðə bˈɪdən fˈiːt? wˌʌt mˈɛmɚɹiz ɹᵻpˈiːt ðæt lˈaɪf ɪz ˈɛɡzaɪl ænd ɐ hˈoʊm wɪðhˈɛld?