text_original: Thou inurmurest, too, divinely stirred, The aspirations unattained, The rhythms so rathe and delicate, They bent and strained And broke, beneath the sombre weight Of any airiest mortal word.
text_transcription: THOU MURMUREST TOO DIVINELY STIRRED THE ASPIRATIONS UNATTAINED THE RHYTHM SO RASH AND DELICATE THEY BENT AND STRAINED AND BROKE BENEATH THE SOMBRE WEIGHT OF ANY AREAS MORTAL WORD
phonemes: ðˈaʊ ɪnˈɜːmjʊɹɹɪst, tˈuː, dᵻvˈaɪnli stˈɜːd, ðɪ ˌæspɚɹˈeɪʃənz ʌnɐtˈeɪnd, ðə ɹˈɪðəmz sˌoʊ ɹˈeɪð ænd dˈɛlᵻkət, ðeɪ bˈɛnt ænd stɹˈeɪnd ænd bɹˈoʊk, bᵻnˌiːθ ðə sˈɑːmbɚ wˈeɪt ʌv ˌɛni ˈɛɹiɪst mˈɔːɹɾəl wˈɜːd.