text_original: So sang the poet, and the tone Awoke for him sweet strains alone. Ah! earthly love, how vain thou art To still the longings of the heart!
text_transcription: SO SANG THE POET AND THE TONE AWOKE FOR HIM SWEET STRAINS ALONE AH EARTHLY LOVE HOW VAIN THOU ART TO STILL THE LONGINGS OF THE HEART
phonemes: sˌoʊ sˈæŋ ðə pˈoʊɪt, ænd ðə tˈoʊn ɐwˈoʊk fɔːɹ hˌɪm swˈiːt stɹˈeɪnz ɐlˈoʊn. ˈɑː! ˈɜːθli lˈʌv, hˌaʊ vˈeɪn ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt tə stˈɪl ðə lˈɔŋɪŋz ʌvðə hˈɑːɹt!