text_original: Can it be this, the longed for thing Which wanderers on the restless foam, Unsheltered beggars, birds on wing, Aspire to, dream of, christen "Home"? No. Art may bloom, and peace and bliss; Grief may refrain and Death forget; But if there be no more than this, The soul of home is wanting yet.
text_transcription: CAN IT BE THIS THE LONGED FOR THING WHICH WANDERERS ON THE RESTLESS FOAM UNSHELTERED BEGGARS BIRDS ON WING ASPIRE TO DREAM OF CHRISTAN HOME NO ART MAY BLOOM AND PEACE AND BLISS GRIEF MAY REFRAIN AND DEATH FORGET BUT IF THERE BE NO MORE THAN THIS THE SOUL OF HOME IS WANTING YET
phonemes: kæn ɪt biː ðˈɪs, ðə lˈɔŋd fɔːɹ θˈɪŋ wˌɪtʃ wˈɔndɚɹɚz ɔnðə ɹˈɛstləs fˈoʊm, ʌnʃˈɛltɚd bˈɛɡɚz, bˈɜːdz ˌɔn wˈɪŋ, ɐspˈaɪɚ tuː, dɹˈiːm ʌv, kɹˈɪsən "hˈoʊm"? nˈoʊ. ˈɑːɹt mˈeɪ blˈuːm, ænd pˈiːs ænd blˈɪs; ɡɹˈiːf mˈeɪ ɹᵻfɹˈeɪn ænd dˈɛθ fɚɡˈɛt; bˌʌt ɪf ðɛɹbˈiː nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðɐn ðˈɪs, ðə sˈoʊl ʌv hˈoʊm ɪz wˈɔntɪŋ jˈɛt.