text_original: A thing pearl pale, yet stung With fire, as the morning's beam is; Hid underground thro' a solar round, Hardy and fragile, antique and young, More exquisite than a dream is.
text_transcription: A THING PEARL PALE YET STUNG WITH FIRE AS THE MORNING SPEAM IS HID UNDERGROUND THROUGH A SOLA ROUND HARDY AND FRAGILE ANTIQUE AND YOUNG MORE EXQUISITE THAN A DREAM IS
phonemes: ɐ θˈɪŋ pˈɜːl pˈeɪl, jˈɛt stˈʌŋ wɪð fˈaɪɚ, æz ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋz bˈiːm ɪz; hˈɪd ˌʌndɚɡɹˈaʊnd θɹˈoʊ ɐ sˈoʊlɚ ɹˈaʊnd, hˈɑːɹdi ænd fɹˈædʒəl, æntˈiːk ænd jˈʌŋ, mˈɔːɹ ɛkskwˈɪsɪt ðˌænə dɹˈiːm ɪz.