text_original: XV Still, how to bear such loss I deemed The insistent question for each animate mind, And gazing, to my growing sight there seemed A pale yet positive gleam low down behind, XVI Whereof to lift the general night, A certain few who stood aloof had said, "See you upon the horizon that small light— Swelling somewhat?"
text_transcription: FIFTEEN STILL HOW TO BEAR SUCH LOSS I DEEMED THE INSISTENT QUESTION FOR EACH ANIMATE MIND AND GAZING TO MY GROWING SIGHT THERE SEEMED A PALE YET POSITIVE GLEAM LOW DOWN BEHIND SIXTEEN WHEREOF TO LIFT THE GENERAL NIGHT A CERTAIN FEW WHO STOOD ALOOF HAD SAID SEE YOU UPON THE HORIZON THAT SMALL LIGHT SWELLING SOMEWHAT
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən fˈɪftiːn stˈɪl, hˌaʊ tə bˈɛɹ sˈʌtʃ lˈɔs aɪ dˈiːmd ðɪ ɪnsˈɪstənt kwˈɛstʃən fɔːɹ ˈiːtʃ ˈænɪmˌeɪt mˈaɪnd, ænd ɡˈeɪzɪŋ, tə maɪ ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ sˈaɪt ðɛɹ sˈiːmd ɐ pˈeɪl jˈɛt pˈɑːzᵻtˌɪv ɡlˈiːm lˈoʊ dˌaʊn bᵻhˈaɪnd, ɹˌoʊmən sˈɪkstiːn wˈɛɹɑːf tə lˈɪft ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəl nˈaɪt, ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ fjˈuː hˌuː stˈʊd ɐlˈuːf hæd sˈɛd, "sˈiː juː əpˌɑːn ðə hɚɹˈaɪzən ðæt smˈɔːl lˈaɪt— swˈɛlɪŋ sˈʌmwʌt?"