text_original: Oh wreck of the lost human soul left free To gorge the beast thy mask of manhood screened! Because one living thing, albeit a slave, Shed those hot tears on thy dishonoured grave, Although thy curse be as the shoreless sea, Because she loved, thou art not wholly fiend.
text_transcription: O WRECK OF THE LOST HUMAN SOUL LEFT FREE TO GORGE THE BEAST THY MASK OF MANHOOD'S GREEN BECAUSE ONE LIVING THING ALBEIT THE SLAVE SHED THOSE HOT TEARS ON THY DISHONORED GRAVE ALTHOUGH THY CURSE BE AS THE SHAWL AS SEA BECAUSE SHE LOVED THOU ART NOT WHOLLY FIEND
phonemes: ˈoʊ ɹˈɛk ʌvðə lˈɔst hjˈuːmən sˈoʊl lˈɛft fɹˈiː tə ɡˈɔːɹdʒ ðə bˈiːst ðˌaɪ mˈæsk ʌv mˈænhʊd skɹˈiːnd! bɪkˈʌz wˈʌn lˈɪvɪŋ θˈɪŋ, ɔːlbˈiːɪt ɐ slˈeɪv, ʃˈɛd ðoʊz hˈɑːt tˈɪɹz ˌɔn ðˌaɪ dɪsˈɑːnɚd ɡɹˈeɪv, ɔːlðˈoʊ ðˌaɪ kˈɜːs biː æz ðə ʃˈɔːɹləs sˈiː, bɪkˈʌz ʃiː lˈʌvd, ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt nˌɑːt hˈoʊli fˈiːnd.