text_original: In lines keen cut, and lasting as the stone When sculptor's art transforms it into life   That erst were soulless marble, still and poor To mirror forth our hope or joy or strife!
text_transcription: IN LINES KEEN CUT AND LASTING AS THE STONE WHEN SCULPTOR'S ART TRANSFORMS IT INTO LIFE THAT ERST WAS SOULLESS MARBLE STILL AND POOR TO MIRROR FORTH OUR HOPE OR JOY OR STRIFE
phonemes: ɪn lˈaɪnz kˈiːn kˈʌt, ænd lˈæstɪŋ æz ðə stˈoʊn wɛn skˈʌlptɚz ˈɑːɹt tɹænsfˈɔːɹmz ɪɾ ˌɪntʊ lˈaɪf ðæt ˈɜːst wɜː sˈoʊlləs mˈɑːɹbəl, stˈɪl ænd pˈʊɹ tə mˈɪɹɚ fˈɔːɹθ ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊp ɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ ɔːɹ stɹˈaɪf!