text_original: Vet I marked il was a hymn Of lofty praises; for there came to me "Arise," and " Conquer," as to one who hears And comprehends not. Me sneli ecstasy O'ercame, that never, till thai hour, was thing That held me in so sweet imprisonment.
text_transcription: YET I MARKED IT WAS A HYMN OF LOFTY PRAISES FOR THERE CAME TO ME ARISE AND CONQUER AS TO ONE WHO HEARS AND COMPREHENDS NOT ME SUCH ECSTASY OVERCAME THAT NEVER TILL THAT HOUR WAS THING THAT HELD ME IN SO SWEET IMPRISONMENT END OF POEM DISRECORDING IS IN T
phonemes: vˈɛt aɪ mˈɑːɹkt ˈɪl wʌzɐ hˈɪm ʌv lˈɔfti pɹˈeɪzᵻz; fɔːɹ ðɛɹ kˈeɪm tə mˌiː "ɚɹˈaɪz," ænd " kˈɑːŋkɚ," æz tə wˈʌn hˌuː hˈɪɹz ænd kˌɑːmpɹihˈɛndz nˈɑːt. mˌiː snˈɛli ˈɛkstəsi ˈɔːɹkeɪm, ðæt nˈɛvɚ, tˈɪl tˈaɪ ˈaʊɚ, wʌz θˈɪŋ ðæt hˈɛld mˌiː ɪn sˌoʊ swˈiːt ɪmpɹˈɪzənmənt.