text_original: And like the dim eve was thy spirit's repose, When loftily o'er thee, while musing alone, Within the cathedral thine echoes arose And melted to feeling the passionless stone.
text_transcription: AND LIKE THE DIM EVE WAS THY SPIRIT'S REPOSE WHEN LOFTILY OVER THEE WHILE MUSING ALONE WITHIN THE CATHEDRAL THINE ECHOES AROSE AND MELTED TO FEELING THE PASSIONLESS STONE
phonemes: ænd lˈaɪk ðə dˈɪm ˈiːv wʌz ðˌaɪ spˈɪɹɪts ɹᵻpˈoʊz, wˌɛn lˈɔftili ˈɔːɹ ðˈiː, wˌaɪl mjˈuːzɪŋ ɐlˈoʊn, wɪðˌɪn ðə kɐθˈiːdɹəl ðaɪn ˈɛkoʊz ɚɹˈoʊz ænd mˈɛltᵻd tə fˈiːlɪŋ ðə pˈæʃənləs stˈoʊn.