text_original: Lo ! in what sorrow and mysterious mirth Do we draw up against the Night our plan ! O toil of ants, beholding the great Earth! O Titans work, seeing how small is man
text_transcription: LO IN WHAT SORROW AND MYSTERIOUS MIRTH DO WE DRAW UP AGAINST THE NIGHT OUR PLAN O TOIL OF ANTS BEHOLDING THE GREAT EARTH O TITAN'S WORK SEEING HOW SMALL IS MAN
phonemes: lˈoʊ ! ɪn wʌt sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd mɪstˈɪɹiəs mˈɜːθ dˈuː wiː dɹˈɔː ˌʌp ɐɡˈɛnst ðə nˈaɪt ˌaʊɚ plˈæn ! ˈoʊ tˈɔɪl ʌv ˈænts, bᵻhˈoʊldɪŋ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ˈɜːθ! ˈoʊ tˈaɪtənz wˈɜːk, sˈiːɪŋ hˌaʊ smˈɔːl ɪz mˈæn