text_original: Youth! my wild youth!  O, blood of my heart, Still you can answer with swirling the thought! Still like the mountain born rapid can dart, Joyous, distraught!...
text_transcription: YOUTH MY WILD YOUTH O BLOOD OF MY HEART STILL YOU CAN ANSWER WITH SWIRLING THE THOUGHT STILL LIKE THE MOUNTAIN BORN RAPID CAN DART JOYOUS DISTRAUGHT
phonemes: jˈuːθ! maɪ wˈaɪld jˈuːθ!  ˈoʊ, blˈʌd ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt, stˈɪl juː kæn ˈænsɚ wɪð swˈɜːlɪŋ ðə θˈɔːt! stˈɪl lˈaɪk ðə mˈaʊntɪn bˈɔːɹn ɹˈæpɪd kæn dˈɑːɹt, dʒˈɔɪəs, dɪstɹˈɔːt!...