text_original: The stars conspire, and groping by their light, Man seeks for joy and peace, nor knows what loom, Tireless by dusk or noon or deep of night, Runs scarlet with the fabric of his doom.
text_transcription: THE STARS CONSPIRE AND GROPING BY THEIR LIGHT MAN SEEKS FOR JOY AND PEACE NOR KNOWS WHAT LOOM TIRELESS BY DUSK OR NOON OR DEEP OF NIGHT RUNS SCARLET WITH THE FABRIC OF HIS DOOM
phonemes: ðə stˈɑːɹz kənspˈaɪɚ, ænd ɡɹˈoʊpɪŋ baɪ ðɛɹ lˈaɪt, mˈæn sˈiːks fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ ænd pˈiːs, nˈɔːɹ nˈoʊz wʌt lˈuːm, tˈaɪɚləs baɪ dˈʌsk ɔːɹ nˈuːn ɔːɹ dˈiːp ʌv nˈaɪt, ɹˈʌnz skˈɑːɹlɪt wɪððə fˈæbɹɪk ʌv hɪz dˈuːm.