text_original: What though thy voice hath not a trace of sweetness It thrills one through and through, With promises of Joy in all completeness What time the skies are blue.
text_transcription: WHAT THOUGH THY VOICE HATH NOT A TRACE OF SWEETNESS IT THRILLS ONE THROUGH AND THROUGH WITH PROMISES OF JOY IN ALL COMPLETENESS WHAT TIME THE SKIES ARE BLUE
phonemes: wˌʌt ðˌoʊ ðˌaɪ vˈɔɪs hæθ nˌɑːɾə tɹˈeɪs ʌv swˈiːtnəs ɪt θɹˈɪlz wˈʌn θɹuː ænd θɹˈuː, wɪð pɹˈɑːmɪsᵻz ʌv dʒˈɔɪ ɪn ˈɔːl kəmplˈiːtnəs wʌt tˈaɪm ðə skˈaɪz ɑːɹ blˈuː.