text_original: With earth who bore him has he made his feud, And dreamt of other stars, and sought him wings, Decreed to an august ingratitude; And for his tears the Verities vouchsafe That he stand first among created things A seeker of abysses, and their waif!
text_transcription: WITH EARTH WHO BORE HIM HAS HE MADE HIS FEUD AND DREAMT OF OTHER STARS AND SOUGHT HIM WINGS DECREED TO AN AUGUST INGRATITUDE AND FOR HIS TEARS THE VERITIES VOUCHSAFE THAT HE STAND FIRST AMONG CREATED THINGS A SEEKER OF ABYSSES AND THEIR WAVE
phonemes: wɪð ˈɜːθ hˌuː bˈɔːɹ hˌɪm hɐz hiː mˌeɪd hɪz fjˈuːd, ænd dɹˈɛmpt ʌv ˈʌðɚ stˈɑːɹz, ænd sˈɔːt hˌɪm wˈɪŋz, dᵻkɹˈiːd tʊ ɐn ˈɔːɡəst ɪŋɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd; ænd fɔːɹ hɪz tˈɪɹz ðə vˈɛɹᵻɾiz vˈaʊtʃseɪf ðæt hiː stˈænd fˈɜːst ɐmˌʌŋ kɹiːˈeɪɾᵻd θˈɪŋz ɐ sˈiːkɚɹ ʌv ɐbˈɪsᵻz, ænd ðɛɹ wˈeɪf!