text_original: O Tintern, Tintern! trysting place, where never Are wanting mysteries that move the breast, I'll hear thy beauty calling, ah, for ever   Till sinks within me the last voice to rest!
text_transcription: O TINTAIN TINTANE TRYSTING PLACE WHERE NEVER OUR WANTING MYSTERIES THAT MOVE THE BREAST I'LL HEAR THY BEAUTY CALLING AH FOR EVER TILL SINGS WITHIN ME THE LAST VOICE TO REST
phonemes: ˈoʊ tˈɪntɚn, tˈɪntɚn! tɹˈɪstɪŋ plˈeɪs, wˌɛɹ nˈɛvɚɹ ɑːɹ wˈɔntɪŋ mˈɪstɚɹiz ðæt mˈuːv ðə bɹˈɛst, aɪl hˈɪɹ ðˌaɪ bjˈuːɾi kˈɔːlɪŋ, ˈɑː, fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ tˈɪl sˈɪŋks wɪðˌɪn mˌiː ðə lˈæst vˈɔɪs tə ɹˈɛst!