text_original: You may hammer away on the anvil of thought, And fashion your word with care, But unless you are stirred to the depths, that word Shall die on the empty air.
text_transcription: YOU MAY HAMMER AWAY ON THE ANVIL OF THOUGHT AND FASHION YOUR WORD WITH CARE BUT UNLESS YOU ARE STIRRED TO THE DEPTH THAT WORD SHALL DIE ON THE EMPTY AIR
phonemes: juː mˈeɪ hˈæmɚɹ ɐwˈeɪ ɔnðɪ ˈænvəl ʌv θˈɔːt, ænd fˈæʃən jʊɹ wˈɜːd wɪð kˈɛɹ, bˌʌt ʌnlˈɛs juː ɑːɹ stˈɜːd tə ðə dˈɛpθs, ðæt wˈɜːd ʃˌæl dˈaɪ ɔnðɪ ˈɛmpti ˈɛɹ.