text_original: The towery vista sinks upon the eye, As if it heard the horns of Jericho, Black and dissolved; nor could the founders know How what was built so bright should daily die.
text_transcription: THE TOWERY VISTA SINGS UPON THE EYE AS IF IT HURT THE HORNS OF JERICHO BLACK AND DISSOLVED NOR COULD THE FOUNDERS KNOW HOW WHAT WAS BUILT SO BRIGHT SHOULD DAILY DIE
phonemes: ðə tˈaʊɚɹi vˈɪstə sˈɪŋks əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈaɪ, æz ɪf ɪt hˈɜːd ðə hˈɔːɹnz ʌv dʒˈɛɹɪkˌoʊ, blˈæk ænd dɪsˈɑːlvd; nˈɔːɹ kʊd ðə fˈaʊndɚz nˈoʊ hˌaʊ wʌt wʌz bˈɪlt sˌoʊ bɹˈaɪt ʃˌʊd dˈeɪli dˈaɪ.