text_original: In the golden lightning Of the setting sun. O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
text_transcription: IN THE GOLDEN LIGHTNING OF THE SETTING SUN OVER WHICH CLOUDS ARE BRIGHTENING THOU DOST FLOAT AND RUN LIKE AN UNBODIED JOY WHOSE RACE IS JUST BEGUN
phonemes: ɪnðə ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪtnɪŋ ʌvðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn. ˈɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ klˈaʊdz ɑːɹ bɹˈaɪʔn̩ɪŋ, ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst flˈoʊt ænd ɹˈʌn; lˈaɪk ɐn ʌnbˈɑːdid dʒˈɔɪ hˌuːz ɹˈeɪs ɪz dʒˈʌst bɪɡˈʌn.