text_original: He paid no heed to the joyous calls That came from men who had leaped the walls   Who paused a moment in song or jest, To hail him "Brother, come here and rest!" For the Sun was marching toward the West, And the man had many a mile to go, And time is swift and toil is slow.
text_transcription: HE PAID NO HEED TO THE JOYOUS CALLS THAT CAME FROM THE MEN WHO HAD LEAPED THE WALLS WHO PAUSED A MOMENT IN SONG OR JEST TO HAIL HIM BROTHER COME HERE AND REST FOR THE SUN WAS MARCHING TOWARD THE WEST AND THE MAN HAD MANY A MILE TO GO AND TIME IS SWIFT AND TOIL IS SLOW
phonemes: hiː pˈeɪd nˈoʊ hˈiːd tə ðə dʒˈɔɪəs kˈɔːlz ðæt kˈeɪm fɹʌm mˈɛn hˌuː hæd lˈiːpt ðə wˈɔːlz hˌuː pˈɔːzd ɐ mˈoʊmənt ɪn sˈɔŋ ɔːɹ dʒˈɛst, tə hˈeɪl hˌɪm "bɹˈʌðɚ, kˈʌm hˈɪɹ ænd ɹˈɛst!" fɚðə sˈʌn wʌz mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ təwˈɔːɹd ðə wˈɛst, ænd ðə mˈæn hæd mˈɛni ɐ mˈaɪl tə ɡˈoʊ, ænd tˈaɪm ɪz swˈɪft ænd tˈɔɪl ɪz slˈoʊ.