text_original: I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless,   That only men incredulous of despair, Half taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upwards to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach.
text_transcription: I TELL YOU HOPELESS GRIEF IS PASSIONLESS THAT ONLY MEN INCREDULOUS OF DESPAIR HALF TAUGHT IN ANGUISH THROUGH THE MIDNIGHT AIR BEAT UPWARDS TO GOD'S THRONE IN LOUD EXCESS OF SHRIEKING AND REPROACH
phonemes: aɪ tˈɛl juː, hˈoʊpləs ɡɹˈiːf ɪz pˈæʃənləs,   ðæt ˈoʊnli mˈɛn ɪŋkɹˈɛdʒuːləs ʌv dᵻspˈɛɹ, hˈæf tˈɔːt ɪn ˈæŋɡwɪʃ, θɹuː ðə mˈɪdnaɪt ˈɛɹ bˈiːt ˈʌpwɚdz tə ɡˈɑːdz θɹˈoʊn ɪn lˈaʊd ˈæksɛs ʌv ʃɹˈiːkɪŋ ænd ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃ.