text_original: But warmed with that unchanging flame Behold the outward moving frame, Its living marbles jointed strong With glistening band and silvery thong, And linked to reason's guiding reins By myriad rings in trembling chains, Each graven with the threaded zone Which claims it as the Master's own.
text_transcription: BUT WARMED WITH THAT UNCHANGING FLAME BEHOLD THE OUTWARD MOVING FRAME ITS LIVING MARBLES JOINTED STRONG WITH GLISTENING BAND AND SILVERY THONG AND LINKED TO REASON'S GUIDING REINS BY MYRIAD RINGS IN TREMBLING CHAINS EACH GRAVEN WITH THE THREADED ZONE WHICH CLAIMS IT AS THE MASTER'S OWN
phonemes: bˌʌt wˈɔːɹmd wɪð ðæt ʌntʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ flˈeɪm bᵻhˈoʊld ðɪ ˈaʊtwɚd mˈuːvɪŋ fɹˈeɪm, ɪts lˈɪvɪŋ mˈɑːɹbəlz dʒˈɔɪntᵻd stɹˈɔŋ wɪð ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ bˈænd ænd sˈɪlvɚɹi θˈɑːŋ, ænd lˈɪŋkt tə ɹˈiːzənz ɡˈaɪdɪŋ ɹˈeɪnz baɪ mˈɪɹɪˌæd ɹˈɪŋz ɪn tɹˈɛmblɪŋ tʃˈeɪnz, ˈiːtʃ ɡɹˈeɪvən wɪððə θɹˈɛdᵻd zˈoʊn wˌɪtʃ klˈeɪmz ɪɾ æz ðə mˈæstɚz ˈoʊn.