text_original: what a sound, What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen Of a god, or a mortal, or nature between, Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has her bound, To have sight of my pangs, or some guerdon obtain   Lo, a god in the anguish, a god in the chain!
text_transcription: WHAT A SOUND WHAT A FRAGRANCE SWEEPS UP FROM OPINION UNSEEN OF A GOD OR A MORTAL OR NATURE BETWEEN SWEEPING UP TO THIS ROCK WHERE THE EARTH HAS HER BOUND TO HAVE SIGHED OF MY PANGS OR SOME GURDEN OBTAIN LO A GOD IN THE ANGUISH A GOD IN THE CHAIN
phonemes: wˌʌt ɐ sˈaʊnd, wˌʌt ɐ fɹˈeɪɡɹəns swˈiːps ˌʌp fɹʌm ɐ pˈɪniən ʌnsˈiːn əvə ɡˈɑːd, ɔːɹ ɐ mˈɔːɹɾəl, ɔːɹ nˈeɪtʃɚ bᵻtwˈiːn, swˈiːpɪŋ ˌʌp tə ðɪs ɹˈɑːk wˌɛɹ ðɪ ˈɜːθ hɐz hɜː bˈaʊnd, tə hæv sˈaɪt ʌv maɪ pˈæŋz, ɔːɹ sˌʌm ɡˈɜːdən əbtˈeɪn lˈoʊ, ɐ ɡˈɑːd ɪnðɪ ˈæŋɡwɪʃ, ɐ ɡˈɑːd ɪnðə tʃˈeɪn!