text_original: Hark, how the rolling surge of sound, Arches and spirals circling round, Wakes the hushed spirit through thine ear With music it is heaven to hear.
text_transcription: HARK HOW THE ROLLING SURGE OF SOUND ARCHES AND SPIRALS CIRCLING ROUND WAKES THE HUSHED SPIRIT THROUGH THINE EAR WITH MUSIC IT IS HEAVEN TO HEAR
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk, hˌaʊ ðə ɹˈoʊlɪŋ sˈɜːdʒ ʌv sˈaʊnd, ˈɑːɹtʃᵻz ænd spˈaɪɚɹəlz sˈɜːklɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd, wˈeɪks ðə hˈʌʃt spˈɪɹɪt θɹuː ðaɪn ˈɪɹ wɪð mjˈuːzɪk ɪɾ ɪz hˈɛvən tə hˈɪɹ.