text_original: But if a wondrous hand from the blue yonder Held out a scroll, On which my life was writ, and I with wonder Beheld unroll To a long century's end its mystic clew, What should I do?
text_transcription: BUT IF A WONDROUS HAND FROM THE BLUE YONDER HELD OUT THE SCROLL ON WHICH MY LIFE WAS WRIT AND I WITH WONDER BEHELD UNROLL TO A LONG CENTURY'S END ITS MYSTIC CLUE WHAT SHOULD I DO
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪf ɐ wˈʌndɹəs hˈænd fɹʌmðə blˈuː jˈɑːndɚ hˈɛld ˈaʊt ɐ skɹˈoʊl, ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ maɪ lˈaɪf wʌz ɹˈɪt, ænd aɪ wɪð wˈʌndɚ bᵻhˈɛld ʌnɹˈoʊl tʊ ɐ lˈɔŋ sˈɛntʃɚɹiz ˈɛnd ɪts mˈɪstɪk klˈuː, wˌʌt ʃˌʊd aɪ dˈuː?