text_original: Perhaps the dear delusion of my heart Is wisdom; and the agitated mind, As still responding to each plaintive part, With love and rage, a tranquil hour can find.
text_transcription: PERHAPS THE DEAR DELUSION OF MY HEART IS WISDOM AND THE AGITATED MIND AS STILL RESPONDING TO EACH PLAINTIVE PART WITH LOVE AND RAGE A TRANQUIL HOUR CAN FIND
phonemes: pɚhˈæps ðə dˈɪɹ dᵻlˈuːʒən ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz wˈɪzdəm; ænd ðɪ ˈædʒᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd mˈaɪnd, æz stˈɪl ɹᵻspˈɑːndɪŋ tʊ ˈiːtʃ plˈeɪntɪv pˈɑːɹt, wɪð lˈʌv ænd ɹˈeɪdʒ, ɐ tɹˈæŋkwɪl ˈaʊɚ kæn fˈaɪnd.