text_original: Yet those are but the lesser of his dreams, When the white vision of the Future gleams, And Music in his heart ODE ON THE OPENING OF Makes for a while the seraph he shall be; For he would sway the sun s effulgent beams, Vassal to that diviner sun, his brain, And set afar the years of Death, And with exultant breath Cry victory on matter and on pain. Lo
text_transcription: YET THOSE ARE BUT THE LESSER OF HIS DREAMS WHEN THE WHITE VISION OF THE FUTURE GLEAMS AND MUSIC IN HIS HEART MAKES FOR A WILDER SERAPH HE SHALL BE FOR HE WOULD SWAY THE SONS EFFULGENT BEAMS VESSAL TO THAT DIVINER SUN HIS BRAIN AND SET AFAR THE YEARS OF DEATH AND WITH EXULTANT BREATH CRY VICTORY ON MATTER AND ON PAIN LO
phonemes: jˈɛt ðoʊz ɑːɹ bˌʌt ðə lˈɛsɚɹ ʌv hɪz dɹˈiːmz, wˌɛn ðə wˈaɪt vˈɪʒən ʌvðə fjˈuːtʃɚ ɡlˈiːmz, ænd mjˈuːzɪk ɪn hɪz hˈɑːɹt ˌoʊdˌiːˈiː ɔnðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ ʌv mˌeɪks fɚɹə wˈaɪl ðə sˈɛɹəf hiː ʃˌæl bˈiː; fɔːɹ hiː wʊd swˈeɪ ðə sˈʌn ˈɛs ɪfˈʌldʒənt bˈiːmz, vˈæsəl tə ðæt dᵻvˈɪnɚ sˈʌn, hɪz bɹˈeɪn, ænd sˈɛt ɐfˈɑːɹ ðə jˈɪɹz ʌv dˈɛθ, ænd wɪð ɛɡzˈʌltənt bɹˈɛθ kɹˈaɪ vˈɪktɚɹi ˌɔn mˈæɾɚ ænd ˌɔn pˈeɪn. lˈoʊ