text_original: And his own inward man was refined to soul, And straightway it rose to the realms above, On the wings of thought till it joined his love, And though from that beauteous trance he woke Still linger'd the thought  and he called it  hope!
text_transcription: AND HIS OWN INWARD MAN WAS REFINED TO SOUL AND STRAIGHTWAY IT ROSE TO THE RAMS ABOVE ON THE WINGS OF THOUGHT TILL IT JOINED HIS LOVE AND THOUGH FROM THAT BEAUTEOUS TRANCE HE WOKE STILL LINGERED THE THOUGHT AND HE CALLED IT HOPE
phonemes: ænd hɪz ˈoʊn ˈɪnwɚd mˈæn wʌz ɹᵻfˈaɪnd tə sˈoʊl, ænd stɹˈeɪtweɪ ɪt ɹˈoʊz tə ðə ɹˈɛlmz əbˈʌv, ɔnðə wˈɪŋz ʌv θˈɔːt tˈɪl ɪt dʒˈɔɪnd hɪz lˈʌv, ænd ðˌoʊ fɹʌm ðæt bjˈuːɾiəs tɹˈæns hiː wˈoʊk stˈɪl lˈɪŋɡɚd ðə θˈɔːt ænd hiː kˈɔːld ɪt hˈoʊp!