text_original: Here is no sea, nor wood of western leaf, Nor mountains where the wind is on the snow: Before thy prisoned gaze thy jailors go, Curious, careless, knowing not thy grief.
text_transcription: HERE IS NO SEA NOR WOOD OF WESTERN LEAF NOR MOUNTAINS WHERE THE WIND IS ON THE SNOW BEFORE THY PRISONED GAZE THY JAILERS GO CURIOUS CARELESS KNOWING NOT THY GRIEF
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɪz nˈoʊ sˈiː, nˈɔːɹ wˈʊd ʌv wˈɛstɚn lˈiːf, nˈɔːɹ mˈaʊntɪnz wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɪnd ɪz ɔnðə snˈoʊ: bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðˌaɪ pɹˈɪzənd ɡˈeɪz ðˌaɪ dʒˈeɪlɚz ɡˈoʊ, kjˈʊɹɹiəs, kˈɛɹləs, nˈoʊɪŋ nˌɑːt ðˌaɪ ɡɹˈiːf.