text_original: So oft as, young and warm, To the home wind thy hoisted colours bound, Away, away from this too thoughtful ground, Sodden with human trespass and despair, Thee only, from the desert, from the storm, A sick mind follows into Eden air.
text_transcription: SO OFT AS YOUNG AND WARM TO THE HOME WIND THY HOISTED COLOURS BOUND AWAY AWAY FROM THIS TOO THOUGHTFUL GROUND SODDEN WITH HUMAN TRESPASS AND DESPAIR THEE ONLY FROM THE DESERT FROM THE STORM A SICK MIND FOLLOWS INTO EDEN AIR
phonemes: sˌoʊ ˈɔft æz, jˈʌŋ ænd wˈɔːɹm, tə ðə hˈoʊm wˈɪnd ðˌaɪ hˈɔɪstᵻd kˈʌlɚz bˈaʊnd, ɐwˈeɪ, ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm ðɪs tˈuː θˈɔːtfəl ɡɹˈaʊnd, sˈɑːdən wɪð hjˈuːmən tɹˈɛspəs ænd dᵻspˈɛɹ, ðiː ˈoʊnli, fɹʌmðə dˈɛzɚt, fɹʌmðə stˈɔːɹm, ɐ sˈɪk mˈaɪnd fˈɑːloʊz ˌɪntʊ ˈiːdən ˈɛɹ.