text_original: Thy numbers, Jealousy, to naught were fixed,— Sad proof of thy distressful state; Of differing themes the veering song was mixed ; And now it courted Love,— now, raving, called on Hate.
text_transcription: THY NUMBERS JEALOUSY TO NOUGHT WERE FIXED SAD PROOF OF THY DISTRESSFUL STATE OF DIFFERING THEMES THE VEERING SONG WAS MIXED AND NOW IT COURTED LOVE NOW RAVING CALLED ON HATE
phonemes: ðˌaɪ nˈʌmbɚz, dʒˈɛləsi, tə nˈɔːt wɜː fˈɪkst,— sˈæd pɹˈuːf ʌv ðˌaɪ dɪstɹˈɛsfəl stˈeɪt; ʌv dˈɪfɚɹɪŋ θˈiːmz ðə vˈɪɹɪŋ sˈɔŋ wʌz mˈɪkst ; ænd nˈaʊ ɪt kˈɔːɹɾᵻd lˈʌv,— nˈaʊ, ɹˈeɪvɪŋ, kˈɔːld ˌɔn hˈeɪt.