text_original: Thou that hast the world sublime! I that was free, I am lost, I am damned, I am here! And whenever a child among men by a blow is dead, Docile for aye from the deeps must I lift my head, And from the heathen heart of me that breaks, The unextinguishable music wakes, Naught availing, naught deterred. And the sailor heareth me, Even as thou, alas!
text_transcription: THOU THAT HAST THE WORLD SUBLIME I THAT WAS FREE I AM LOST I AM DAMNED I AM HERE AND WHENEVER A CHILD AMONG MEN BY A BLOW IS DEAD THOSE HILL FORAY FROM THE DEEPS MUST I LIFT MY HEAD AND FROM THE HEATHEN HEART OF ME THAT BREAKS THE UNEXTINGUISHABLE MUSIC WAKES NOT AVAILING NOT DETERRED AND THE SAILOR HEARETH ME EVEN AS THOU ALAS
phonemes: ðˈaʊ ðæt hˈeɪst ðə wˈɜːld sʌblˈaɪm! aɪ ðæt wʌz fɹˈiː, aɪɐm lˈɔst, aɪɐm dˈæmd, aɪɐm hˈɪɹ! ænd wənˌɛvɚɹ ɐ tʃˈaɪld ɐmˌʌŋ mˈɛn baɪ ɐ blˈoʊ ɪz dˈɛd, dˈɑːsəl fɔːɹ ˈaɪ fɹʌmðə dˈiːps mˈʌst aɪ lˈɪft maɪ hˈɛd, ænd fɹʌmðə hˈiːðən hˈɑːɹt ʌv mˌiː ðæt bɹˈeɪks, ðɪ ˌʌnɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃəbəl mjˈuːzɪk wˈeɪks, nˈɔːt ɐvˈeɪlɪŋ, nˈɔːt dɪtˈɜːd. ænd ðə sˈeɪlɚ hˈɪɹəθ mˌiː, ˈiːvən æz ðˈaʊ, ɐlˈæs!