text_original: The actual men and things that pass Jostling, to wither as the grass So soon: and (be it heaven's hope, Or poetry's kaleidoscope, Or love or wine, at feast, at mass) Each owns a paradise of glass Where never a yearning heliotrope Pursues the sun's ascent or slope; For the sun dreams there, and no time is or was.
text_transcription: THE ACTUAL MEN AND THINGS THAT PASS JOSTLING TO WITHER AS THE GRASS SO SOON AND BE IT HEAVEN'S HOPE OR POETRY'S KALEIDOSCOPE OR LOVE OR WINE AT FEAST AT MASS EACH OWNS A PARADISE OF GLASS WHERE NEVER A YEARNING HELIOTROPE PURSUES THE SUN'S ASCENT OR SLOPE FOR THE SUN DREAMS THERE AND NO TIME IS OR WAS
phonemes: ðɪ ˈæktʃuːəl mˈɛn ænd θˈɪŋz ðæt pˈæs dʒˈɑːsəlɪŋ, tə wˈɪðɚɹ æz ðə ɡɹˈæs sˌoʊ sˈuːn: ænd (biː ɪt hˈɛvənz hˈoʊp, ɔːɹ pˈoʊɪtɹiz kəlˈaɪdəskˌoʊp, ɔːɹ lˈʌv ɔːɹ wˈaɪn, æt fˈiːst, æt mˈæs) ˈiːtʃ ˈoʊnz ɐ pˈæɹədˌaɪs ʌv ɡlˈæs wˌɛɹ nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ jˈɜːnɪŋ hˈɛlɪˌɑːtɹoʊp pɚsˈuːz ðə sˈʌnz ɐsˈɛnt ɔːɹ slˈoʊp; fɚðə sˈʌn dɹˈiːmz ðˈɛɹ, ænd nˈoʊ tˈaɪm ɪz ɔːɹ wʌz.