text_original: X "So, toward our myth's oblivion, Darkling, and languid lipped, we creep and grope Sadlier than those who wept in Babylon, Whose Zion was a still abiding hope.
text_transcription: TEN SO TOWARD OUR MISTS OBLIVION DARKLING AND LANGUID LIPPED WE CREEP AND GROPE SADLIER THAN THOSE WHO WEPT IN BABYLON WHOSE SCION WAS THE STILL ABIDING HOPE
phonemes: ˈɛks "sˈoʊ, təwˈɔːɹd ˌaʊɚ mˈɪθz əblˈɪviən, dˈɑːɹklɪŋ, ænd lˈæŋɡwɪd lˈɪpt, wiː kɹˈiːp ænd ɡɹˈoʊp sˈædliɚ ðɐn ðoʊz hˌuː wˈɛpt ɪn bˈæbɪlən, hˌuːz zˈaɪən wʌzɐ stˈɪl ɐbˈaɪdɪŋ hˈoʊp.