text_original: As o'er the verdant waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples.
text_transcription: AS OVER THE VERDANT WASTE I GUIDE MY STEED AMONG THE HIGH RANK GRASS THAT SWEEPS HIS SIDES THE HOLLOW BEATING OF HIS FOOTSTEP SEEMS A SACRILEGIOUS SOUND I THINK OF THOSE UPON WHOSE REST HE TRAMPLES
phonemes: æz ˈɔːɹ ðə vˈɜːdənt wˈeɪst aɪ ɡˈaɪd maɪ stˈiːd, ɐmˌʌŋ ðə hˈaɪ ɹˈæŋk ɡɹˈæs ðæt swˈiːps hɪz sˈaɪdz ðə hˈɑːloʊ bˈiːɾɪŋ ʌv hɪz fˈʊtstɛp sˈiːmz ɐ sˌækɹɪlˈɪdʒəs sˈaʊnd. aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ðoʊz əpˌɑːn hˌuːz ɹˈɛst hiː tɹˈæmpəlz.