text_original: Where O immaculate dream Hope that endureth for ever, Beauty and adequate peace opened wide gates for the soul, Where the low lyric of love welded so nought could dis sever, Where there was marble and song, where death was divine and its dole.
text_transcription: WHERE O IMMACULATE DREAM HOPE THAT ENDURETH FOR EVER BEAUTY AND ADEQUATE PEACE OPENED WIDE GATES FOR THE SOUL WHERE THE LOW LYRIC OF LOVE WELL DID SO NOUGHT COULD DISSEVER WHERE THERE WAS MARBLE AND SONG WHERE DEATH WAS DIVINE AND IT STOLE
phonemes: wˌɛɹ ˈoʊ ɪmˈækjʊlət dɹˈiːm hˈoʊp ðæt ɛndˈʊɹɹəθ fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ, bjˈuːɾi ænd ˈædɪkwət pˈiːs ˈoʊpənd wˈaɪd ɡˈeɪts fɚðə sˈoʊl, wˌɛɹ ðə lˈoʊ lˈɪɹɪk ʌv lˈʌv wˈɛldᵻd sˌoʊ nˈɔːt kʊd dˈɪs sˈɛvɚ, wˌɛɹ ðɛɹwˌʌz mˈɑːɹbəl ænd sˈɔŋ, wˌɛɹ dˈɛθ wʌz dᵻvˈaɪn ænd ɪts dˈoʊl.