text_original: I am sometimes impatient of my lot As being one who has not and can not Attain the perfectness he would espouse; My heart beats on the bars that are its vows   My heart whose evil blossoms push their way Between the rocks of blind brutality And flaunt shamefacedly Their swarthy flow'rs in sinister array.
text_transcription: I AM SOMETIMES IMPATIENT OF MY LOT AS BEING ONE WHO HAS NOT AND CANNOT ATTAIN THE PERFECTNESS HE WOULD ESPOUSE MY HEART BEATS ON THE BARS THAT ARE ITS VOWS MY HEART WHOSE EVIL BLOSSOMS PUSH THEIR WAY BETWEEN THE ROCKS OF BLIND BRUTALITY AND FLAUNCH SHAMEFACEDLY THEIR SWARTHY FLOWERS IN SINISTER ARRAY
phonemes: aɪɐm sˈʌmtaɪmz ɪmpˈeɪʃənt ʌv maɪ lˈɑːt æz bˌiːɪŋ wˈʌn hˌuː həznɑːt ænd kæn nˌɑːt ɐtˈeɪn ðə pɚfˈɛktnəs hiː wʊd ɛspˈaʊs; maɪ hˈɑːɹt bˈiːts ɔnðə bˈɑːɹz ðæt ɑːɹ ɪts vˈaʊz maɪ hˈɑːɹt hˌuːz ˈiːvəl blˈɔsəmz pˈʊʃ ðɛɹ wˈeɪ bᵻtwˌiːn ðə ɹˈɑːks ʌv blˈaɪnd bɹuːtˈælᵻɾi ænd flˈɔːnt ʃˈeɪmfeɪsˌɪdli ðɛɹ swˈɔːɹði flˈoʊrz ɪn sˈɪnɪstɚɹ ɚɹˈeɪ.