text_original: Look! a serpent lank and cold Hugs his spirit fold on fold; From his heart, all day and night, It doth suck God's blessed light. Drink it will, and drink it must, Till the cup holds naught but dust; All day long he hears it hiss, Writhing in its fiendish bliss; All night long he sees its eyes Flicker with foul ecstasies, As the spirit ebbs away Into the absorbing clay.
text_transcription: LOOK A SERPENT LANK AND COLD HUGS HIS SPIRIT FOLD AND FOLD FROM HIS HEART ALL DAY AND NIGHT IT DOES SUCK GOD'S BLESSED LIGHT DRINK IT WILL AND DRINK IT MUST TILL THE CUP HOLDS NOUGHT BUT DUST ALL DAY LONG HE HEARS IT HIS WRITHING IN ITS FIENDISH BLISS ALL NIGHT LONG HE SEES ITS EYES FLICKER WITH FOUL ECSTASIES AS THE SPIRIT EBBS AWAY INTO THE ABSORBING CLAY
phonemes: lˈʊk! ɐ sˈɜːpənt lˈæŋk ænd kˈoʊld hˈʌɡz hɪz spˈɪɹɪt fˈoʊld ˌɔn fˈoʊld; fɹʌm hɪz hˈɑːɹt, ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt, ɪt dʌθ sˈʌk ɡˈɑːdz blˈɛst lˈaɪt. dɹˈɪŋk ɪt wˈɪl, ænd dɹˈɪŋk ɪt mˈʌst, tˈɪl ðə kˈʌp hˈoʊldz nˈɔːt bˌʌt dˈʌst; ˈɔːl dˈeɪ lˈɔŋ hiː hˈɪɹz ɪt hˈɪs, ɹˈaɪðɪŋ ɪn ɪts fˈiːndɪʃ blˈɪs; ˈɔːl nˈaɪt lˈɔŋ hiː sˈiːz ɪts ˈaɪz flˈɪkɚ wɪð fˈaʊl ˈɛkstəsiz, æz ðə spˈɪɹɪt ˈɛbz ɐwˈeɪ ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ɐbsˈɔːɹbɪŋ klˈeɪ.