text_original: Every bard that ever sung Since the hoary earth was young Knew the song he could not sing 300 A DREAM OF SONGS UNSUNG Was his soul's best blossoming, Knew the thought he could not hold Shrined his spirit's purest gold. Look
text_transcription: EVERY BARD THAT EVER SUNG SINCE THE HOARY EARTH WAS YOUNG KNEW THE SONG HE COULD NOT SING WAS HIS SOUL'S BEST BLOSSOMING NEW THE THOUGHT HE COULD NOT HOLD SHRINED HIS SPIRIT'S PUREST GOLD LOOK
phonemes: ˈɛvɹi bˈɑːɹd ðæt ˈɛvɚ sˈʌŋ sˈɪns ðə hˈɔːɹi ˈɜːθ wʌz jˈʌŋ nˈuː ðə sˈɔŋ hiː kʊd nˌɑːt sˈɪŋ θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd ɐ dɹˈiːm ʌv sˈɔŋz ʌnsˈʌŋ wʌz hɪz sˈoʊlz bˈɛst blˈɔsəmɪŋ, nˈuː ðə θˈɔːt hiː kʊd nˌɑːt hˈoʊld ʃɹˈaɪnd hɪz spˈɪɹɪts pjˈʊɹɹɪst ɡˈoʊld. lˈʊk