text_original: The mules in mist grope o'er the torrent loud, In caves lie coiled the dragon's ancient brood, The crag leaps down, and over it the flood : Know'st thou it then ? 'T is there ! T is there Our way runs : O my father, wilt thou go
text_transcription: THE MULES IN MIST GROPE OVER THE TORRENT LOUD IN CAVES LIE COIL THE DRAGON'S ANCIENT BROOD THE CRAG LEAPS DOWN AND OVER IT THE FLOOD KNOWEST THOU IT THEN TIS THERE TIS THERE OUR WAY RUNS O MY FATHER WILT THOU GO
phonemes: ðə mjˈuːlz ɪn mˈɪst ɡɹˈoʊp ˈɔːɹ ðə tˈɔɹənt lˈaʊd, ɪn kˈeɪvz lˈaɪ kˈɔɪld ðə dɹˈæɡənz ˈeɪntʃənt bɹˈuːd, ðə kɹˈæɡ lˈiːps dˈaʊn, ænd ˌoʊvɚɹ ɪt ðə flˈʌd : nˈoʊst ðˈaʊ ɪt ðˈɛn ? tˈiː ɪz ðˈɛɹ ! tˈiː ɪz ðɛɹ ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ ɹˈʌnz : ˈoʊ maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, wˈɪlt ðˈaʊ ɡˈoʊ