text_original: Then, though bereft of king or love, He found the poet's secret gain, The sympathy of suns above, The friendship of the falling rain.
text_transcription: THEN THOUGH BEREFT OF KING OR LOVE HE FOUND THE POET'S SECRET GAIN THE SYMPATHY OF SONS ABOVE THE FRIENDSHIP OF THE FALLING RAIN
phonemes: ðˈɛn, ðˌoʊ bᵻɹˈɛft ʌv kˈɪŋ ɔːɹ lˈʌv, hiː fˈaʊnd ðə pˈoʊɪts sˈiːkɹᵻt ɡˈeɪn, ðə sˈɪmpəθi ʌv sˈʌnz əbˈʌv, ðə fɹˈɛndʃɪp ʌvðə fˈɔːlɪŋ ɹˈeɪn.