text_original: Thou hear'st not well the mountain organ tones By prophet ears from Hor and Sinai caught, Thinking the cisterns of those Hebrew brains Drew dry the springs of the All knower's thought, Nor shall thy lips be touched with living fire, Who blow'st old altar coals with sole desire To weld anew the spirit's broken chains.
text_transcription: THOU HEAR'ST NOT WELL THE MOUNTAIN ORGAN TONES BY PROPHET EARS FROM HOAR AND SINAI CAUGHT THINKING THE SISTERANCE OF THOSE HEBREW BRAINS DREW DRY THE SPRINGS OF THE ALL NOAH'S THOUGHT NOR SHALL THY LIPS BE TOUCHED WITH LIVING FIRE WHO BLOWS OLD ALTAR COLDS WITH SOLE DESIRE TO WELD THE NEW THE SPIRIT'S BROKEN CHAINS
phonemes: ðˈaʊ hˈɪɹst nˌɑːt wˈɛl ðə mˈaʊntɪn ˈɔːɹɡən tˈoʊnz baɪ pɹˈɑːfɪt ˈɪɹz fɹʌm hˈɔːɹ ænd sˈaɪnaɪ kˈɔːt, θˈɪŋkɪŋ ðə sˈɪstɚnz ʌv ðoʊz hˈiːbɹuː bɹˈeɪnz dɹˈuː dɹˈaɪ ðə spɹˈɪŋz ʌvðɪ ˈɔːl nˈoʊɚz θˈɔːt, nˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl ðˌaɪ lˈɪps biː tˈʌtʃt wɪð lˈɪvɪŋ fˈaɪɚ, hˌuː blˈoʊst ˈoʊld ˈɔltɚ kˈoʊlz wɪð sˈoʊl dɪzˈaɪɚ tə wˈɛld ɐnˈuː ðə spˈɪɹɪts bɹˈoʊkən tʃˈeɪnz.