text_original: The sun moves on in its path, and the moon draws the affluent tide, And human sorrow and wrath and endless endea  vour and crime Are pebbles and shells on the shore that gleam and are swept aside, Swallowed and lost for evermore in the hungry ocean of time.
text_transcription: THE SUN MOVES ON IN ITS PATH AND THE MOON DRAWS THE AFFRON TIDE AND HUMAN SORROW AND WRATH AND ENDLESS ENDEAVOUR AND CRIME ARE PEBBLES AND SHELLS ON THE SHORE THAT GLEAM AND THUS SWEPT THE SIDE SWALLOWED AND LOST FOR EVERMORE IN THE HUNGRY OCEAN OF TIME
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn mˈuːvz ˌɔn ɪn ɪts pˈæθ, ænd ðə mˈuːn dɹˈɔːz ðɪ ˈæfluːənt tˈaɪd, ænd hjˈuːmən sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd ɹˈæθ ænd ˈɛndləs ɛndˈiə vˈɜː ænd kɹˈaɪm ɑːɹ pˈɛbəlz ænd ʃˈɛlz ɔnðə ʃˈɔːɹ ðæt ɡlˈiːm ænd ɑːɹ swˈɛpt ɐsˈaɪd, swˈɔloʊd ænd lˈɔst fɔːɹ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ ɪnðə hˈʌŋɡɹi ˈoʊʃən ʌv tˈaɪm.