text_original: See how yon beam of seeming white Is braided out of seven hued light, Yet in those lucid globes no ray By any chance shall break astray.
text_transcription: SEE HOW YON BEAM OF SEEMING WHITE IS BRAIDED OUT OF SEVENUTE LIGHT YET IN THOSE LUCID GLOBES NO RAY BY ANY CHANCE SHALL BREAK ASTRAY
phonemes: sˈiː hˌaʊ jˈɑːn bˈiːm ʌv sˈiːmɪŋ wˈaɪt ɪz bɹˈeɪdᵻd ˌaʊɾəv sˈɛvən hjˈuːd lˈaɪt, jˈɛt ɪn ðoʊz lˈuːsɪd ɡlˈoʊbz nˈoʊ ɹˈeɪ baɪ ˌɛni tʃˈæns ʃˌæl bɹˈeɪk ɐstɹˈeɪ.