text_original: Grows it so dark? I lift mine eyes to _thine_; Blazing within them, steadfast, pure, and strong, Against the wind there fights the eternal fire.
text_transcription: GROWS IT SO DARK I LIFT MINE EYES TO THINE BLAZING WITHIN THEM STEADFAST PURE AND STRONG AGAINST THE WIND THERE FIGHTS THE ETERNAL FIRE
phonemes: ɡɹˈoʊz ɪt sˌoʊ dˈɑːɹk? aɪ lˈɪft mˈaɪn ˈaɪz tə ðˈaɪn; blˈeɪzɪŋ wɪðˈɪn ðˌɛm, stˈɛdfæst, pjˈʊɹ, ænd stɹˈɔŋ, ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɪnd ðɛɹ fˈaɪts ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl fˈaɪɚ.