text_original: Love, the Soul of Poetry. When first _Alexis_ did in Verse delight, His Muse in Low, but Graceful Numbers walk't, And now and then a little Proudly stalk't; But never aim'd at any noble Flight: The Herds, the Groves, the gentle purling Streams, Adorn'd his Song, and were his highest Theams.
text_transcription: LOVE THE SOUL OF POETRY WHEN FIRST ALEXIS DID INVERSE DELIGHT HIS MUSE IN LOW BUT GRACEFUL NUMBERS WALKED AND NOW AND THEN A LITTLE PROUDLY STALKED BUT NEVER AIMED AT ANY NOBLE FLIGHT THE HERDS THE GROVES THE GENTLE PURLING STREAMS ADORN'D HIS SONG AND WERE HIS HIGHEST THEMES
phonemes: lˈʌv, ðə sˈoʊl ʌv pˈoʊɪtɹi. wˌɛn fˈɜːst ɐlˈɛksɪs dˈɪd ɪn vˈɜːs dᵻlˈaɪt, hɪz mjˈuːz ɪn lˈoʊ, bˌʌt ɡɹˈeɪsfəl nˈʌmbɚz wˈɔːkt, ænd nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn ɐ lˈɪɾəl pɹˈaʊdli stˈɔːkt; bˌʌt nˈɛvɚɹ ˈeɪmd æɾ ˌɛni nˈoʊbəl flˈaɪt: ðə hˈɜːdz, ðə ɡɹˈoʊvz, ðə dʒˈɛntəl pˈɜːlɪŋ stɹˈiːmz, ɐdˈɔːɹnd hɪz sˈɔŋ, ænd wɜː hɪz hˈaɪɪst θˈiːmz.