text_original: Sensation glimmers through its rest, It speaks unmanacled by words, As full of motion as a nest That palpitates with unfledged birds; 'Tis likest to Bethesda's stream, Forewarned through all its thrilling springs, White with the angel's coming gleam, And rippled with his fanning wings.
text_transcription: SENSATION GLIMMERS THROUGH ITS REST IT SPEAKS UNMANACLED BY WORDS AS FULL OF MOTION AS A NEST THAT PALPITATES WITH UNFLEDGED BIRDS DISLIKE AS TO POSSESTER'S STREAM FOREWORN THROUGH ALL ITS SWELLING SPRINGS WHITE WITH THE ANGEL'S COMING GLEAM AND RIPPLED WITH ITS FANNING WINGS
phonemes: sɛnsˈeɪʃən ɡlˈɪmɚz θɹuː ɪts ɹˈɛst, ɪt spˈiːks ʌnmˈænəkəld baɪ wˈɜːdz, æz fˈʊl ʌv mˈoʊʃən æz ɐ nˈɛst ðæt pˈælpᵻtˌeɪts wɪð ʌnflˈɛdʒd bˈɜːdz; tˈɪz lˈaɪkɪst tə bəθˈɛzdəz stɹˈiːm, fɔːɹwˈɔːɹnd θɹuː ˈɔːl ɪts θɹˈɪlɪŋ spɹˈɪŋz, wˈaɪt wɪððɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz kˈʌmɪŋ ɡlˈiːm, ænd ɹˈɪpəld wɪð hɪz fˈænɪŋ wˈɪŋz.