text_original: O er what cold forests and what granite hills Were once thy roads, in days remote from this? What torrents knew thee and what valleys miss The shadow of thy pinion on their rills?
text_transcription: OVER WHAT COLD FORESTS AND WHAT GRANITE HILLS WHERE ONCE THY ROSE IN DAYS REMO FROM THIS WHAT TORRENTS KNEW THEE AND WHAT VALLEYS MISS THE SHADOW OF THY PINION ON THEIR WILLS
phonemes: ˈoʊ ˈɜː wʌt kˈoʊld fˈɔːɹɪsts ænd wʌt ɡɹˈænɪt hˈɪlz wɜː wˈʌns ðˌaɪ ɹˈoʊdz, ɪn dˈeɪz ɹᵻmˈoʊt fɹʌm ðˈɪs? wˌʌt tˈɔɹənts nˈuː ðiː ænd wʌt vˈælɪz mˈɪs ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv ðˌaɪ pˈɪniən ˌɔn ðɛɹ ɹˈɪlz?