text_original: Like some elixir which the gods prepare, They drink the viewless tonic of the air, Sweet with the breath of startled antelopes Which speed before them over swelling slopes.
text_transcription: LIKE SOME ALEXA WHICH THE GODS PREPARE THEY DRINK THE VIEWLESS TONIC OF THE AIR SWEET WITH THE BREATH OF STARTLED ANTELOPES WHICH SPEED BEFORE THEM OVER SWELLING SLOPES
phonemes: lˈaɪk sˌʌm ᵻlˈɪksɚ wˌɪtʃ ðə ɡˈɑːdz pɹɪpˈɛɹ, ðeɪ dɹˈɪŋk ðə vjˈuːləs tˈɑːnɪk ʌvðɪ ˈɛɹ, swˈiːt wɪððə bɹˈɛθ ʌv stˈɑːɹɾəld ˈæntɪlˌoʊps wˌɪtʃ spˈiːd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðˌɛm ˌoʊvɚ swˈɛlɪŋ slˈoʊps.