text_original: For thou hast shown him how the years transmute The dim surmisings of the larval brute, And hast in mercy laid A burden on his weakness and his wings This moth for whom the ranging stars were made, This groping lord of things, Come forth from night unknown to ends unseen, With hint of what the constellations mean. O man and his Adventure!
text_transcription: FOR THOU HAST SHOWN HIM HOW THE YEARS TRANSMUTE THE DIM SURMISINGS OF THE LAVA BRUTE AND HAS IN MERCY LAID A BURDEN ON HIS WEAKNESS AND HIS WINGS THIS MOTH FROM WHOM THE RANGING STARS WERE MADE THIS GROPING LORD OF THINGS COME FORTH FROM NIGHT UNKNOWN TO ENDS UNSEEN WITH HINT OF WHAT THE CONSTELLATIONS MEAN O MAN AND HIS ADVENTURE
phonemes: fɔːɹ ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst ʃˈoʊn hˌɪm hˌaʊ ðə jˈɪɹz tɹænsmjˈuːt ðə dˈɪm sɚmˈaɪzɪŋz ʌvðə lˈɑːɹvəl bɹˈuːt, ænd hˈeɪst ɪn mˈɜːsi lˈeɪd ɐ bˈɜːdən ˌɔn hɪz wˈiːknəs ænd hɪz wˈɪŋz ðɪs mˈɑːθ fɔːɹ hˈuːm ðə ɹˈeɪndʒɪŋ stˈɑːɹz wɜː mˈeɪd, ðɪs ɡɹˈoʊpɪŋ lˈɔːɹd ʌv θˈɪŋz, kˈʌm fˈɔːɹθ fɹʌm nˈaɪt ʌnnˈoʊn tʊ ˈɛndz ʌnsˈiːn, wɪð hˈɪnt ʌv wʌt ðə kˌɑːnstɪlˈeɪʃənz mˈiːn. ˈoʊ mˈæn ænd hɪz ɐdvˈɛntʃɚ!