text_original: THE CLIMBER He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top, His hands at rest, his forehead bound with bay; And yet he watched with eyes unsatisfied The downward winding way.
text_transcription: THE CLIMBER HE STOOD ALONE ON FAME'S HIGH MOUNTAIN TOP HIS HANDS AT REST HIS FOREHEAD BOUND WITH BAY AND YET HE WATCHED WITH EYES UNSATISFIED THE DOWNWARD WINDING WAY
phonemes: ðə klˈaɪmɚ hiː stˈʊd ɐlˈoʊn ˌɔn fˈeɪmz hˈaɪ mˈaʊntɪn tˈɑːp, hɪz hˈændz æt ɹˈɛst, hɪz fˈɔːɹhɛd bˈaʊnd wɪð bˈeɪ; ænd jˈɛt hiː wˈɑːtʃt wɪð ˈaɪz ʌnsˈæɾɪsfˌaɪd ðə dˈaʊnwɚd wˈaɪndɪŋ wˈeɪ.