text_original: Feeling myself undawning, the day's light playing upon me, I who am substance of shadow, I all compact Of the stuff of the night, finding myself all wrongly Among the crowds of things in the sunshine jostled and racked.
text_transcription: FEELING MYSELF UNDAWNING THE DAY'S LIGHT PLAYING UPON ME I WHO AM SUBSTANCE OF SHADOW I ALL COMPACT OF THE STUFF OF THE NIGHT FINDING MYSELF ALL WRONGLY AMONG THE CROWDS OF THINGS IN THE SUNSHINE JOSTLED AND WRECKED
phonemes: fˈiːlɪŋ maɪsˈɛlf ʌndˈɔːnɪŋ, ðə dˈeɪz lˈaɪt plˈeɪɪŋ əpˌɑːn mˌiː, aɪ hˌuː æm sˈʌbstəns ʌv ʃˈædoʊ, aɪ ˈɔːl kəmpˈækt ʌvðə stˈʌf ʌvðə nˈaɪt, fˈaɪndɪŋ maɪsˈɛlf ˈɔːl ɹˈɔŋli ɐmˌʌŋ ðə kɹˈaʊdz ʌv θˈɪŋz ɪnðə sˈʌnʃaɪn dʒˈɑːsəld ænd ɹˈækt.