text_original: You tell our doubts in twilight strain; Untouched by man's perennial pain, You give some echo of his grief; Or so we dream.
text_transcription: YOU TELL OUR DOUBTS IN TWILIGHT STRAIN UNTOUCHED BY MAN'S PERENNIAL PAIN YOU GIVE SOME ECHO OF HIS GRIEF OR SO WE DREAM
phonemes: juː tˈɛl ˌaʊɚ dˈaʊts ɪn twˈaɪlaɪt stɹˈeɪn; ʌntˈʌtʃt baɪ mˈænz pəɹˈɛnɪəl pˈeɪn, juː ɡˈɪv sˌʌm ˈɛkoʊ ʌv hɪz ɡɹˈiːf; ɔːɹ sˌoʊ wiː dɹˈiːm.