text_original: Then the Soul's way : lapse from sound to silence, Merge oblivious in entire ceasing In thy nativeness, the matrix ocean, Thou a spray drop hung on slippery verges ; Ah
text_transcription: THEN THE SOUL'S WAY LAPSE FROM SOUND TO SILENCE MERGE OBLIIOUS IN ENTIRE CEASING IN THY NATIVENESS THE MATRIX'S OCEAN THOU A SPRAY DROP HUNG ON SLIPPERY VERGES AH
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə sˈoʊlz wˈeɪ : lˈæps fɹʌm sˈaʊnd tə sˈaɪləns, mˈɜːdʒ əblˈɪviəs ɪn ɛntˈaɪɚ sˈiːsɪŋ ɪn ðˌaɪ nˈeɪɾɪvnəs, ðə mˈeɪtɹɪks ˈoʊʃən, ðˈaʊ ɐ spɹˈeɪ dɹˈɑːp hˈʌŋ ˌɔn slˈɪpɚɹi vˈɜːdʒᵻz ; ˈɑː