text_original: By the pinched rushlight's starving beam We cower and strain our wasted sight, To stitch youth's shroud up, seam by seam, In the long arctic night.
text_transcription: BY THE PINCHED RUSHLIGHT'S STARVING BEAM WE COWER AND STRAIN OUR WASTED SIGHT TO STITCH YOUTH'S SHROUD UP SEAM BY SEAM IN THE LONG ARCTIC NIGHT
phonemes: baɪ ðə pˈɪntʃt ɹˈʌʃlaɪts stˈɑːɹvɪŋ bˈiːm wiː kˈaʊɚ ænd stɹˈeɪn ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪstᵻd sˈaɪt, tə stˈɪtʃ jˈuːθz ʃɹˈaʊd ˈʌp, sˈiːm baɪ sˈiːm, ɪnðə lˈɔŋ ˈɑːɹktɪk nˈaɪt.