text_original: "In this my breast I hold the fruitful land, The vasty reaches of the trembling sea; And what in night's bright dome, or day's, shall stand Before these radiant maids who dwell with me?"
text_transcription: IN THIS MY BREAST I HOLD THE FRUITFUL LAND THE VASTLY REACHES OF THE TREMBLING SEA AND WHAT IN NIGHT'S BRIGHT DOME OR DAYS SHALL STAND BEFORE THESE RADIANT MAIDS WHO DWELL WITH ME
phonemes: "ɪn ðɪs maɪ bɹˈɛst aɪ hˈoʊld ðə fɹˈuːtfəl lˈænd, ðə vˈæsti ɹˈiːtʃᵻz ʌvðə tɹˈɛmblɪŋ sˈiː; ænd wʌt ɪn nˈaɪts bɹˈaɪt dˈoʊm, ɔːɹ dˈeɪz, ʃˌæl stˈænd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðiːz ɹˈeɪdiənt mˈeɪdz hˌuː dwˈɛl wɪð mˌiː?"