text_original: I discern the dim faces of the sleep wrapt servants; They are not those who tended me through feeble hours and strong, But strangers quite, who never knew my rule here, Who never saw me painting, never heard my softling song Float along.
text_transcription: I DISCERN THE DIM FACES OF THE SLEEP WRAPPED SERVANTS THEY ARE NOT THOSE WHO TENDED ME THROUGH FEEBLE HOURS AND STRONG BUT STRANGERS QUITE WHO NEVER KNEW MY RULE HERE WHO NEVER SAW ME PAINTING NEVER HEARD MY SOFTENING SONG FLOAT ALONG
phonemes: aɪ dɪsˈɜːn ðə dˈɪm fˈeɪsᵻz ʌvðə slˈiːp ɹˈæpt sˈɜːvənts; ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt ðoʊz hˌuː tˈɛndᵻd mˌiː θɹuː fˈiːbəl ˈaʊɚz ænd stɹˈɔŋ, bˌʌt stɹˈeɪndʒɚz kwˈaɪt, hˌuː nˈɛvɚ nˈuː maɪ ɹˈuːl hˈɪɹ, hˌuː nˈɛvɚ sˈɔː mˌiː pˈeɪntɪŋ, nˈɛvɚ hˈɜːd maɪ sˈɔftəlɪŋ sˈɔŋ flˈoʊt ɐlˈɔŋ.