text_original: Himself unshaken as the sky, His words, like whirlwinds, spin on high Systems and creeds pellmell together; 'Tis strange as to a deaf man's eye, While trees uprooted splinter by, The dumb turmoil of stormy weather; Less of iconoclast than shaper, His spirit, safe behind the reach Of the tornado of his speech, Burns calmly as a glowworm's taper. So great in speech, but, ah!
text_transcription: HIMSELF UNSHAKEN AS THE SKY HIS WORDS LIKE WHIRLWINDS SPIN ON HIGH SYSTEMS AND CREEDS PELL MELL TOGETHER TIS STRANGE AS TO A DEAF MAN'S EYE WHILE TREES UPROOTED SPLINTER BY THE DUMB TURMOIL OF STORMY WEATHER LESS OF ICONOCLAST THAN SHAPER HIS SPIRIT SAFE BEHIND THE REACH OF THE TORNADO OF HIS SPEECH BURNS CALMLY AS A GLOW WORM'S TAPER SO GREAT IN SPEECH BUT AH
phonemes: hɪmsˈɛlf ʌnʃˈeɪkən æz ðə skˈaɪ, hɪz wˈɜːdz, lˈaɪk wˈɜːlwɪndz, spˈɪn ˌɔn hˈaɪ sˈɪstəmz ænd kɹˈiːdz pˈɛlmɛl təɡˈɛðɚ; tˈɪz stɹˈeɪndʒ æz tʊ ɐ dˈɛf mˈænz ˈaɪ, wˌaɪl tɹˈiːz ʌpɹˈuːɾᵻd splˈɪntɚ bˈaɪ, ðə dˈʌm tˈɜːmɔɪl ʌv stˈɔːɹmi wˈɛðɚ; lˈɛs ʌv ˈaɪkənˌɑːklæst ðɐn ʃˈeɪpɚ, hɪz spˈɪɹɪt, sˈeɪf bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə ɹˈiːtʃ ʌvðə tɔːɹnˈeɪdoʊ ʌv hɪz spˈiːtʃ, bˈɜːnz kˈɑːmli æz ɐ ɡlˈoʊwɜːmz tˈeɪpɚ. sˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt ɪn spˈiːtʃ, bˌʌt, ˈɑː!