text_original: Ah I they too slept at last, Whose sighs are half the music of the Past I But thou, O palest one I Dost seem to scorn the sun. And, in a tropic, dense. Languid magnificence. Desire to know thy former place.
text_transcription: AH THEY TOO SLEPT AT LAST WHOSE SIGHS ARE HALF THE MUSIC OF THE PAST BUT THOU O PALEST ONE DOST SEEM TO SCORN THE SUN AND IN A TROPIC DENSE LANGUID MAGNIFICENCE DESIRE TO KNOW THY FORMER PLACE
phonemes: ˈɑː aɪ ðeɪ tˈuː slˈɛpt æt lˈæst, hˌuːz sˈaɪz ɑːɹ hˈæf ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə pˈæst aɪ bˌʌt ðˈaʊ, ˈoʊ pˈeɪlɪst wˈʌn aɪ dˈɑːst sˈiːm tə skˈɔːɹn ðə sˈʌn. ænd, ɪn ɐ tɹˈɑːpɪk, dˈɛns. lˈæŋɡwɪd mæɡnˈɪfɪsəns. dɪzˈaɪɚ tə nˈoʊ ðˌaɪ fˈɔːɹmɚ plˈeɪs.