text_original: Thy mood with man's is broken and blent in, City of Stains! and ache of thought doth drown The generous light in which thy life began.
text_transcription: THY MOOD WITH MAN'S IS BROKEN AND BLEND IN CITY OF STAINS AND ACHE OF THOUGHT DOTH DROWN THE GENEROUS LIGHT IN WHICH THY LIFE BEGAN
phonemes: ðˌaɪ mˈuːd wɪð mˈænz ɪz bɹˈoʊkən ænd blˈɛnt ˈɪn, sˈɪɾi ʌv stˈeɪnz! ænd ˈeɪk ʌv θˈɔːt dʌθ dɹˈaʊn ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəs lˈaɪt ɪnwˌɪtʃ ðˌaɪ lˈaɪf bɪɡˈæn.