text_original: No eye may follow thee as thou dost wend Thy lofty way where heaven's pure heights ascend  Above the reach of earthly fret or jar, Where no rude touch the blissful peace can mar, Where all harsh sounds in one soft concord blend.
text_transcription: NO EYE MAY FOLLOW THEE AS THOU DOST WEND THY LOFTY WAY WHERE HEAVEN'S PURE HEIGHTS ASCEND ABOVE THE REACH OF EARTHLY FRET AJAR WHERE NO RUDE TOUCH THE BLISSFUL PEACE CAN MAR WHERE ALL HARSH SOUNDS IN ONE SOFT CONCORD BLEND
phonemes: nˈoʊ ˈaɪ mˈeɪ fˈɑːloʊ ðiː æz ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst wˈɛnd ðˌaɪ lˈɔfti wˈeɪ wˌɛɹ hˈɛvənz pjˈʊɹ hˈaɪts ɐsˈɛnd əbˌʌv ðə ɹˈiːtʃ ʌv ˈɜːθli fɹˈɛt ɔːɹ dʒˈɑːɹ, wˌɛɹ nˈoʊ ɹˈuːd tˈʌtʃ ðə blˈɪsfəl pˈiːs kæn mˈɑːɹ, wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl hˈɑːɹʃ sˈaʊndz ɪn wˈʌn sˈɔft kəŋkˈɔːɹd blˈɛnd.