text_original: Of learning a store he has gathered and more, But his learning can't help him to day ; For to read is his part in the book of the heart, And spell, if he may, what its hieroglyphs say. 'T is for him to divine what thing in that shrine Has moulded at will the sweet years of youth,  Some imp of mere pelf, of fashion, and self. Or a dear little god of love and of truth.
text_transcription: OF LEARNING A STORE HE HAS GATHERED AND MORE BUT HIS LEARNING CAN'T HELP HIM TO DAY FOR TO READ IS HIS PART IN THE BOOK OF THE HEART AND SPELL IF HE MAY WHAT ITS HIEROGLYPHS SAY TIS FOR HIM TO DIVINE WHAT THING IN THAT SHRINE HAS MOULDED AT WILL THE SWEET YEARS OF YOUTH SOME IMP OF MERE PELF OR FASHION AND SELF OR A DEAR LITTLE GOD OF LOVE AND OF TRUTH
phonemes: ʌv lˈɜːnɪŋ ɐ stˈɔːɹ hiː hɐz ɡˈæðɚd ænd mˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt hɪz lˈɜːnɪŋ kˈænt hˈɛlp hˌɪm tə dˈeɪ ; fɔːɹ tə ɹˈiːd ɪz hɪz pˈɑːɹt ɪnðə bˈʊk ʌvðə hˈɑːɹt, ænd spˈɛl, ɪf hiː mˈeɪ, wˌʌt ɪts hˈaɪɚɹəɡlˌɪfz sˈeɪ. tˈiː ɪz fɔːɹ hˌɪm tə dᵻvˈaɪn wʌt θˈɪŋ ɪn ðæt ʃɹˈaɪn hɐz mˈoʊldᵻd ɐtwˈɪl ðə swˈiːt jˈɪɹz ʌv jˈuːθ,  sˌʌm ˈɪmp ʌv mˈɪɹ pˈɛlf, ʌv fˈæʃən, ænd sˈɛlf. ɔːɹ ɐ dˈɪɹ lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɑːd ʌv lˈʌv ænd ʌv tɹˈuːθ.