text_original: Spirit of Beauty! tarry with us still, It is not quenched the torch of poesy, The star that shook above the Eastern hill Holds unassailed its argent armoury From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight— O tarry with us still!
text_transcription: SPIRIT OF BEAUTY TARRY WHITHER STILL IT IS NOT QUENCHED THE TORCH OF POESY THE STAR THAT SHOOK ABOVE THE EASTERN HILL HOLDS UNASSAILED ITS ARDENT ARMOURY FROM ALL THE GATHERING GLOOM AND FRETFUL FIGHT OH TARRY WITH US STILL
phonemes: spˈɪɹɪt ʌv bjˈuːɾi! tˈæɹi wɪð ˌʌs stˈɪl, ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt kwˈɛntʃt ðə tˈɔːɹtʃ ʌv pˈoʊsi, ðə stˈɑːɹ ðæt ʃˈʊk əbˌʌv ðɪ ˈiːstɚn hˈɪl hˈoʊldz ʌnɐsˈeɪld ɪts ˈɑːɹdʒənt ˈɑːɹmɜːɹi fɹʌm ˈɔːl ðə ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ ɡlˈuːm ænd fɹˈɛtfəl fˈaɪt— ˈoʊ tˈæɹi wɪð ˌʌs stˈɪl!