text_original: How shall we breathe thy high name undismayed ? Poet, in royal majesty arrayed. Walking with mute gods through the realms afar  Seer, whose wide vision time nor death can bar, We would but kiss thy feet, abashed, afraid
text_transcription: HOW SHALL WE BREATHE THY HIGH NAME UNDISMAYED POET IN ROYAL MAJESTY ARRAYED WALKING WITH MUTE GODS THROUGH THE REALMS AFAR SEER WHOSE WIDE VISION TIME NOR DEATH CAN BAR WE WOULD BUT KISS THY FEET ABASHED AFRAID
phonemes: hˌaʊ ʃˌæl wiː bɹˈiːð ðˌaɪ hˈaɪ nˈeɪm ʌndɪsmˈeɪd ? pˈoʊɪt, ɪn ɹˈɔɪəl mˈædʒᵻsti ɚɹˈeɪd. wˈɔːkɪŋ wɪð mjˈuːt ɡˈɑːdz θɹuː ðə ɹˈɛlmz ɐfˈɑːɹ sˈiːɚ, hˌuːz wˈaɪd vˈɪʒən tˈaɪm nˈɔːɹ dˈɛθ kæn bˈɑːɹ, wiː wʊd bˌʌt kˈɪs ðˌaɪ fˈiːt, ɐbˈæʃt, ɐfɹˈeɪd