text_original: Who is he that skulks, afraid Of the trust he has betrayed, Shuddering if perchance a gleam Of old nobleness should stream Through the pent, unwholesome room, Where his shrunk soul cowers in gloom,   Spirit sad beyond the rest By more instinct for the best?
text_transcription: WHO IS HE THAT SKULKS AFRAID OF THE TRUST HE HAS BETRAYED SHUDDERING IF PERCHANCE A GLEAM OF OLD NOBLENESS SHOULD STREAM THROUGH THE PENT UNWHOLESOME ROOM WHERE HIS SHRUNK SOUL COWERS IN GLOOM SPIRITS SAD BEYOND THE REST BY MORE INSTINCT FOR THE BEST
phonemes: hˌuː ɪz hiː ðæt skˈʌlks, ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌvðə tɹˈʌst hiː hɐz bᵻtɹˈeɪd, ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ ɪf pɚtʃˈæns ɐ ɡlˈiːm ʌv ˈoʊld nˈoʊbəlnəs ʃˌʊd stɹˈiːm θɹuː ðə pˈɛnt, ʌnhˈoʊlsʌm ɹˈuːm, wˌɛɹ hɪz ʃɹˈʌŋk sˈoʊl kˈaʊɚz ɪn ɡlˈuːm,   spˈɪɹɪt sˈæd bᵻjˌɔnd ðə ɹˈɛst baɪ mˈɔːɹ ˈɪnstɪŋkt fɚðə bˈɛst?