text_original: There sits drear Egypt, mid beleaguering sands, Half woman and half beast, The burnt out torch within her mouldering hands That once lit all the East; A dotard bleared and hoary, There Asser crouches o'er the blackened brands Of Asia's long quenched glory.
text_transcription: THERE SITS DREAR EGYPT MID BELEAGUERED SANDS HALF WOMAN AND HALF BEAST THE BURNT OUT TORCH WITHIN HER MOULDERING HANDS THAT ONCE LIT ALL THE EAST A DOTARD BLED AND HOARY THERE ASA CROUCHES OVER THE BLACKENED BRANCH OF ASIA'S LONG QUENCHED GLORY
phonemes: ðɛɹ sˈɪts dɹˈɪɹ ˈiːdʒɪpt, mˈɪd bᵻlˈiːɡɚɹɪŋ sˈændz, hˈæf wˈʊmən ænd hˈæf bˈiːst, ðə bˈɜːnt ˈaʊt tˈɔːɹtʃ wɪðˌɪn hɜː mˈoʊldɚɹɪŋ hˈændz ðæt wˈʌns lˈɪt ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈiːst; ɐ dˈɑːɾɑːɹd blˈɪɹd ænd hˈɔːɹi, ðɛɹ ˈæsɚ kɹˈaʊtʃᵻz ˈɔːɹ ðə blˈækənd bɹˈændz ʌv ˈeɪʒəz lˈɔŋ kwˈɛntʃt ɡlˈɔːɹi.