text_original: Alas! I said,    the world is in the wrong. But the same quenchless fever of unrest That thrilled the foremost of that martyred throng Thrilled me, and I awoke . . . and was the same Bewildered insect plunging for the flame That burns, and must burn somehow for the best.
text_transcription: ALAS I SAID THE WORLD IS IN THE WRONG BUT THE SAME QUENCHLESS FEVER OF UNREST THAT THRILLED THE FOREMOST OF THAT MARTYRED THRONG THRILLED ME AND I AWOKE AND WAS THE SAME BEWILDERED INSECT PLUNGING FOR THE FLAME THAT BURNS AND MUST BURN SOMEHOW FOR THE BEST
phonemes: ɐlˈæs! aɪ sˈɛd,    ðə wˈɜːld ɪz ɪnðə ɹˈɔŋ. bˌʌt ðə sˈeɪm kwˈɛntʃləs fˈiːvɚɹ ʌv ʌnɹˈɛst ðæt θɹˈɪld ðə fˈɔːɹmoʊst ʌv ðæt mˈɑːɹɾɚd θɹˈɔŋ θɹˈɪld mˌiː, ænd aɪ ɐwˈoʊk . . . ænd wʌzðə sˈeɪm bᵻwˈɪldɚd ˈɪnsɛkt plˈʌndʒɪŋ fɚðə flˈeɪm ðæt bˈɜːnz, ænd mˈʌst bˈɜːn sˈʌmhaʊ fɚðə bˈɛst.