text_original: So might the Spirit of our tragic orb Behold, aghast with years, its fell result. And, blinded with the vision he had wrought. And dumb with clamors frozen at his heart, Ponder, unpitied by Eternity, Above the rising sea of human tears.
text_transcription: SO MIGHT THE SPIRIT OF OUR TRAGIC ORB BEHOLD AGHAST WITH YEARS ITS FELL RESULT AND BLINDED WITH DIVISION HE HAD WROUGHT AND DUMB WITH CLAMORS FROZEN AT HIS HEART PONDER UNPITIED BY ETERNITY ABOVE THE RISING SEA OF HUMAN TEARS
phonemes: sˌoʊ mˌaɪt ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌv ˌaʊɚ tɹˈædʒɪk ˈɔːɹb bᵻhˈoʊld, ɐɡˈæst wɪð jˈɪɹz, ɪts fˈɛl ɹɪzˈʌlt. ænd, blˈaɪndᵻd wɪððə vˈɪʒən hiː hæd ɹˈɔːt. ænd dˈʌm wɪð klˈæmɚz fɹˈoʊzən æt hɪz hˈɑːɹt, pˈɑːndɚ, ʌnpˈɪɾid baɪ ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi, əbˌʌv ðə ɹˈaɪzɪŋ sˈiː ʌv hjˈuːmən tˈɪɹz.