text_original: Upon the waste what wide mirages glow, With hills that shift, and palms that mock the sight, And cities on the desert's far extreme — Those veils we name, and dare to think we know!
text_transcription: UPON THE WASTE WHAT WIDE MYRIADS GLOW HILLS THAT SHIFT AND PALMS THAT MOCK THE SITE AND CITIES ON THE DESERTS FAR EXTREME THOSE VALES WE NAME AND DARE TO THINK WE KNOW
phonemes: əpˌɑːn ðə wˈeɪst wʌt wˈaɪd mɚɹˈɑːʒᵻz ɡlˈoʊ, wɪð hˈɪlz ðæt ʃˈɪft, ænd pˈɑːmz ðæt mˈɑːk ðə sˈaɪt, ænd sˈɪɾiz ɔnðə dˈɛzɚts fˈɑːɹ ɛkstɹˈiːm — ðoʊz vˈeɪlz wiː nˈeɪm, ænd dˈɛɹ tə θˈɪŋk wiː nˈoʊ!