text_original: Was there a cause that, ceaselessly turning, flying, Drew you from night? All that we know is this  the aimless dying, Killed by the light.
text_transcription: WAS THERE A CAUSE THAT CEASELESSLY TURNING FLYING DREW YOU FROM NIGHT ALL THAT WE KNOW IS THIS THE AIMLESS DYING KILLED BY THE LIGHT
phonemes: wʌz ðɛɹ ɐ kˈɔːz ðˈæt, sˈiːsləsli tˈɜːnɪŋ, flˈaɪɪŋ, dɹˈuː juː fɹʌm nˈaɪt? ˈɔːl ðæt wiː nˈoʊ ɪz ðɪs ðɪ ˈeɪmləs dˈaɪɪŋ, kˈɪld baɪ ðə lˈaɪt.