text_original: AND yet what joy it were for me To turn my feet unto the south, And journeying towards the Tiber mouth To kneel again at Fiesole!
text_transcription: AND YET WHAT JOY IT WERE FOR ME TO TURN MY FEET UNTO THE SOUTH AND JOURNEYING TOWARDS THE TIBER MOUTH TO KNEEL AGAIN AT FIERCE ONLY
phonemes: ænd jˈɛt wʌt dʒˈɔɪ ɪt wɜː fɔːɹ mˌiː tə tˈɜːn maɪ fˈiːt ˌʌntʊ ðə sˈaʊθ, ænd dʒˈɜːniɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz ðə tˈaɪbɚ mˈaʊθ tə nˈiːl ɐɡˈɛn æt fˈiːsoʊl!