text_original: For in those isles it seemed there shone Forsaken marbles, pure and cold — The gleam of altars overthrown And ghostly fanes of old.
text_transcription: FOR IN THOSE ISLES IT SEEMED THERE SHONE FORSAKEN MARBLES PURE AND COLD THE GLEAM OF ALTARS OVERTHROWN AND GHOSTLY FANES OF OLD
phonemes: fɔːɹ ɪn ðoʊz ˈaɪəlz ɪt sˈiːmd ðɛɹ ʃˈɑːn fɔːɹsˈeɪkən mˈɑːɹbəlz, pjˈʊɹ ænd kˈoʊld — ðə ɡlˈiːm ʌv ˈɔltɚz ˌoʊvɚθɹˈoʊn ænd ɡˈoʊstli fˈeɪnz ʌv ˈoʊld.