text_original: And I know the host, the minute sparkling of darkness Which vibrates untouched and virile through the grandeur of night, But which, when dawn crows challenge, assaulting the vivid motes Of living darkness, bursts fretfully, and is bright: Runs like a fretted arc lamp into light, Stirred by conflict to shining, which else Were dark and whole with the night.
text_transcription: AND I KNOW THE HOST THE MINUTE SPARKLING OF DARKNESS WHICH VIBRATES UNTOUCHED AND VIRILE THROUGH THE GRANDEUR OF NIGHT BUT WHICH WHEN DAWN CROWS CHALLENGE ASSAULTING THE VIVID MODES OF LIVING DARKNESS BURSTS FRETFULLY AND IS BRIGHT RUNS LIKE A FRETTED ARC LAMP INTO LIGHT STIRRED BY CONFLICT TO SHINING WHICH ELSE WERE DARK AND WHOLE WITH THE NIGHT
phonemes: ænd aɪ nˈoʊ ðə hˈoʊst, ðə mˈɪnɪt spˈɑːɹklɪŋ ʌv dˈɑːɹknəs wˌɪtʃ vˈaɪbɹeɪts ʌntˈʌtʃt ænd vˈɪɹəl θɹuː ðə ɡɹændˈʊɹ ʌv nˈaɪt, bˌʌt wˈɪtʃ, wˌɛn dˈɔːn kɹˈoʊz tʃˈælɪndʒ, ɐsˈɔltɪŋ ðə vˈɪvɪd mˈoʊts ʌv lˈɪvɪŋ dˈɑːɹknəs, bˈɜːsts fɹˈɛtfəli, ænd ɪz bɹˈaɪt: ɹˈʌnz lˈaɪk ɐ fɹˈɛɾᵻd ˈɑːɹk lˈæmp ˌɪntʊ lˈaɪt, stˈɜːd baɪ kˈɑːnflɪkt tə ʃˈaɪnɪŋ, wˌɪtʃ ˈɛls wɜː dˈɑːɹk ænd hˈoʊl wɪððə nˈaɪt.