text_original: The while, aloft in Art's immortal summertide, Fair is the carven hostel, fortunate either guest, And men of moodier England pass, and hear outside Fury of toil alone, and fate's diurnal storm, Hearts with the King of Saints, hearts beating light and warm! To these your courage give, that these attain your rest.
text_transcription: THE WHILE ALOFT IN ART'S IMMORTAL SUMMER TIDE FAIR IS THE CARVEN HOSTILE FORTUNATE EITHER GUEST AND MEN OF MOODIER ENGLAND PASS AND HE OUTSIDE FURY OF TOIL ALONE AND FATE'S DIURNAL STORM HEARTS WITH THE KING OF SAINTS HEARTS BEATING LIGHT AND WARM TO THESE YOUR COURAGE GIVE THAT THESE ATTAIN YOUR REST
phonemes: ðə wˈaɪl, ɐlˈɔft ɪn ˈɑːɹts ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl sˈʌmɚtˌaɪd, fˈɛɹ ɪz ðə kˈɑːɹvən hˈɑːstəl, fˈɔːɹtʃənət ˈiːðɚ ɡˈɛst, ænd mˈɛn ʌv mˈuːdiɚɹ ˈɪŋɡlənd pˈæs, ænd hˈɪɹ aʊtsˈaɪd fjˈʊɹɹi ʌv tˈɔɪl ɐlˈoʊn, ænd fˈeɪtz dˈɪɜːnəl stˈɔːɹm, hˈɑːɹts wɪððə kˈɪŋ ʌv sˈeɪnts, hˈɑːɹts bˈiːɾɪŋ lˈaɪt ænd wˈɔːɹm! tə ðiːz jʊɹ kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ɡˈɪv, ðæt ðiːz ɐtˈeɪn jʊɹ ɹˈɛst.