text_original: FROM 'THE BURDEN OF ITYS' THIS English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, with the foam Of meadow sweet and white anemone To fleck their blue waves,—God is likelier there Than hidden in that crystal hearted star the pale monks bear!
text_transcription: FROM THE BURDEN OF ISIS THIS ENGLISH THAMES IS HOLIER FAR THAN ROME THOSE HAREBELLS LIKE A SUDDEN FLUSH OF SEA BREAKING ACROSS THE WOODLAND WITH THE FOAM OF MEADOW SWEET AND WHITE AN ENEMY TO FLECK THEIR BLUE WAVES GOD IS LIGHTLIER THERE THAN HIDDEN IN THAT CRYSTAL HEARTED STAR THE PALE MONKS BEAR
phonemes: fɹʌm ðə bˈɜːdən ʌv ˈaɪɾiz ðɪs ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ tˈɛmz ɪz hˈoʊliɚ fˈɑːɹ ðɐn ɹˈoʊm, ðoʊz hˈɛɹbɛlz lˈaɪk ɐ sˈʌdən flˈʌʃ ʌv sˈiː bɹˈeɪkɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə wˈʊdlənd, wɪððə fˈoʊm ʌv mˈɛdoʊ swˈiːt ænd wˈaɪt ɐnˈɛməni tə flˈɛk ðɛɹ blˈuː wˈeɪvz,—ɡˈɑːd ɪz lˈaɪkliɚ ðɛɹ ðɐn hˈɪdən ɪn ðæt kɹˈɪstəl hˈɑːɹɾᵻd stˈɑːɹ ðə pˈeɪl mˈʌŋks bˈɛɹ!