text_original: Here by my hearth where he was I listen For the shade of the sound of a word, Athirst for the birdlike eyes to glisten, For the tongue to chirp like a bird. At the blast of battle, how broad they brightened, Like fire in the spheres of stars, And clung to the pictured page, and lightened As keen as the heart of Mars!
text_transcription: HERE BY MY HEART WHERE HE WAS I LISTENED FOR THE SHADE OF THE SOUND OF A WORD A THIRST FOR THE BIRD LIKE EYES TO GLISTEN FOR THE TONGUE TO CHIRP LIKE A BIRD AT THE BLAST OF BATTLE HOW BROAD THEY BRIGHTENED LIKE FIRE IN THE SPHERES OF STARS AND CLUNG TO THE PICTURED PAGE AND LIGHTENED AS KEEN AS THE HEART OF MARS
phonemes: hˈɪɹ baɪ maɪ hˈɑːɹθ wˌɛɹ hiː wʌz aɪ lˈɪsən fɚðə ʃˈeɪd ʌvðə sˈaʊnd əvə wˈɜːd, ˈæθɜːst fɚðə bˈɜːdlaɪk ˈaɪz tə ɡlˈɪsən, fɚðə tˈʌŋ tə tʃˈɜːp lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɜːd. æt ðə blˈæst ʌv bˈæɾəl, hˌaʊ bɹˈɔːd ðeɪ bɹˈaɪʔn̩d, lˈaɪk fˈaɪɚɹ ɪnðə sfˈɪɹz ʌv stˈɑːɹz, ænd klˈʌŋ tə ðə pˈɪktʃɚd pˈeɪdʒ, ænd lˈaɪʔn̩d æz kˈiːn æz ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv mˈɑːɹz!