text_original: I am weary, and fain Would forget all these dead: but the gibbering host Make my struggle in vain, In each shadowy corner there lurketh a ghost.
text_transcription: I AM WEARY AND FAIN WOULD FORGET ALL THESE DEAD BUT THE GIBBERING HOST MAKE MY STRUGGLE IN VAIN IN EACH SHADOWY CORNER THERE LURKETH A GHOST
phonemes: aɪɐm wˈɪɹi, ænd fˈeɪn wʊd fɚɡˈɛt ˈɔːl ðiːz dˈɛd: bˌʌt ðə dʒˈɪbɚɹɪŋ hˈoʊst mˌeɪk maɪ stɹˈʌɡəl ɪn vˈeɪn, ɪn ˈiːtʃ ʃˈædoʊi kˈɔːɹnɚ ðɛɹ lˈɜːkəθ ɐ ɡˈoʊst.