text_original: What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
text_transcription: WHAT THOU ART WE KNOW NOT WHAT IS MOST LIKE THEE FROM RAINBOW CLOUDS THERE FLOW NOT DROPS SO BRIGHT TO SEE AS FROM THY PRESENCE SHOWERS A RAIN OF MALADY
phonemes: wˌʌt ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt wiː nˈoʊ nˈɑːt; wˌʌt ɪz mˈoʊst lˈaɪk ðˈiː? fɹʌm ɹˈeɪnboʊ klˈaʊdz ðɛɹ flˈoʊ nˌɑːt dɹˈɑːps sˌoʊ bɹˈaɪt tə sˈiː, æz fɹʌm ðˌaɪ pɹˈɛzəns ʃˈaʊɚz ɐ ɹˈeɪn ʌv mˈɛlədi.