text_original: If to this little planet thou couldst turn And voyage, wraithlike, to its cloud hung rim, Thou wouldst not care for praise.
text_transcription: IF TO THIS LITTLE PLANET THOU COULDST TURN AND VOYAGE WRAITH LIKE TO ITS CLOUD HUNG RIM THOU WOULDST NOT CARE FOR PRAISE
phonemes: ɪf tə ðɪs lˈɪɾəl plˈænɪt ðˈaʊ kˈʊdst tˈɜːn ænd vˈɔɪɪdʒ, ɹˈeɪθlaɪk, tʊ ɪts klˈaʊd hˈʌŋ ɹˈɪm, ðˈaʊ wʊdst nˌɑːt kˈɛɹ fɔːɹ pɹˈeɪz.