text_original: What Middle Ages passionate, O passionless voice! What distant bells Lodged in the hills, what palace state Illyrian! For it speaks, it tells, Without desire, without dismay, Some morrow and some yesterday.
text_transcription: WHAT MIDDLE AGES PASSIONATE OH PASSIONLESS VOICE WHAT DISTANT BELLS LODGED IN THE HILLS WHAT PALACE STAYED ILLYRIAN FOR IT SPEAKS IT TELLS WITHOUT DESIRE WITHOUT DISMAY SOME MORROW AND SOME YESTERDAY
phonemes: wˌʌt mˈɪdəl ˈeɪdʒᵻz pˈæʃənət, ˈoʊ pˈæʃənləs vˈɔɪs! wˌʌt dˈɪstənt bˈɛlz lˈɑːdʒd ɪnðə hˈɪlz, wˌʌt pˈælɪs stˈeɪt ɪlˈɪɹiən! fɔːɹ ɪt spˈiːks, ɪt tˈɛlz, wɪðˌaʊt dɪzˈaɪɚ, wɪðˌaʊt dɪsmˈeɪ, sˌʌm mˈɑːɹoʊ ænd sˌʌm jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ.