text_original: Goddess, one such I know, And fain would praise, Tho less the gift my words bestow Than tapers 'mid the blaze Of peaceless stars that gather at thy throne. Yet seems it most thine own.
text_transcription: GODDESS ONE SUCH I KNOW AND FAIN WOULD PRAISE THOUGH LESS THE GIFT MY WORDS BESTOW THAN TAPERS MID THE BLAZE OF PEACELESS STARS THAT GATHER AT THY THRONE YET SEEMS IT MOST THINE OWN
phonemes: ɡˈɑːdəs, wˈʌn sˈʌtʃ aɪ nˈoʊ, ænd fˈeɪn wʊd pɹˈeɪz, ðˈoʊ lˈɛs ðə ɡˈɪft maɪ wˈɜːdz bᵻstˈoʊ ðɐn tˈeɪpɚz mˈɪd ðə blˈeɪz ʌv pˈiːsləs stˈɑːɹz ðæt ɡˈæðɚɹ æt ðˌaɪ θɹˈoʊn. jˈɛt sˈiːmz ɪt mˈoʊst ðaɪn ˈoʊn.