text_original: But the souls of Air ! ah, sweetest, rarest of the human kind, They the poets are, the singers, making music for the mind, Lifting up the weight of living like a fresh and rushing wind.
text_transcription: BUT THE SOULS OF AIR ARE SWEETEST RAREST OF THE HUMAN KIND THEY THE POETS ARE THE SINGERS MAKING MUSIC FOR THE MIND LIFTING UP THE WEIGHT OF LIVING LIKE A FRESH AND RUSHING WIND
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə sˈoʊlz ʌv ˈɛɹ ! ˈɑː, swˈiːɾɪst, ɹˈɛɹɪst ʌvðə hjˈuːmən kˈaɪnd, ðeɪ ðə pˈoʊɪts ɑːɹ, ðə sˈɪŋɚz, mˌeɪkɪŋ mjˈuːzɪk fɚðə mˈaɪnd, lˈɪftɪŋ ˌʌp ðə wˈeɪt ʌv lˈɪvɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ fɹˈɛʃ ænd ɹˈʌʃɪŋ wˈɪnd.