text_original: Because I stole The secret fount of fire, whose bubbles went Over the ferrule's brim, and manward sent Art's mighty means and perfect rudiment, That sin I expiate in this agony, Hung here in fetters, 'neath the blanching sky.
text_transcription: BECAUSE I STOLE THE SECRET FOUND OF FIRE WHOSE BUBBLES WENT OVER THE FAREIL'S BRIM AND MEN WHAT SENT ART'S MIGHTY MEANS AND PERFECT RUDIMENT THAT SIN I EXPIATE IN THIS AGONY HUNG HERE IN FETTERS NEATH THE BLANCHING SKY
phonemes: bɪkˈʌz aɪ stˈoʊl ðə sˈiːkɹᵻt fˈaʊnt ʌv fˈaɪɚ, hˌuːz bˈʌbəlz wɛnt ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈɛɹuːlz bɹˈɪm, ænd mˈænwɚd sˈɛnt ˈɑːɹts mˈaɪɾi mˈiːnz ænd pˈɜːfɛkt ɹˈuːdɪmənt, ðæt sˈɪn aɪ ˈɛkspɪˌeɪt ɪn ðɪs ˈæɡəni, hˈʌŋ hˈɪɹ ɪn fˈɛɾɚz, nˈiːθ ðə blˈæntʃɪŋ skˈaɪ.