text_original: O thou, whose days are yet all spring, Faith, blighted once, is past retrieving; Experience is a dumb, dead thing; The victory's in believing.
text_transcription: O THOU WHOSE DAYS ARE YET ALL SPRING FAITH BLIGHTED ONCE IS PAST RETRIEVING EXPERIENCE IS A DUMB DEAD THING THE VICTORIES IN BELIEVING
phonemes: ˈoʊ ðˈaʊ, hˌuːz dˈeɪz ɑːɹ jˈɛt ˈɔːl spɹˈɪŋ, fˈeɪθ, blˈaɪɾᵻd wˈʌns, ɪz pˈæst ɹᵻtɹˈiːvɪŋ; ɛkspˈiəɹɪəns ɪz ɐ dˈʌm, dˈɛd θˈɪŋ; ðə vˈɪktɚɹiz ɪn bᵻlˈiːvɪŋ.