text_original: Go, — but the circle of eternal change, Which is the life of nature, shall restore, With sounds and scents from all thy mighty range, Thee to thy birthplace of the deep once more.
text_transcription: GO BUT THE CIRCLE OF ETERNAL CHANGE WHICH IS THE LIFE OF NATURE SHALL RESTORE WITH SOUNDS AND SCENTS FROM ALL THY MIGHTY RANGE THEE TO THY BIRTHPLACE OF THE DEEP ONCE MORE
phonemes: ɡˈoʊ, — bˌʌt ðə sˈɜːkəl ʌv ɪtˈɜːnəl tʃˈeɪndʒ, wˌɪtʃ ɪz ðə lˈaɪf ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ, ʃˌæl ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ, wɪð sˈaʊndz ænd sˈɛnts fɹʌm ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ mˈaɪɾi ɹˈeɪndʒ, ðiː tə ðˌaɪ bˈɜːθpleɪs ʌvðə dˈiːp wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ.