text_original: Austerely shone the marble that should foil Oblivion, tho' the desecrated base, Round which the sullen huckster trod, bore trace Of dogs' defilement — transitory moil That expiating rains would soon assoil; But oh, the sunlight on that tranquil face!
text_transcription: AUSTERELY SHONE THE MARBLE THAT SHOULD FOIL OBLIVION THOUGH THE DESECRATED BASE ROUND WHICH THE SULLEN HUCKSTER TROD BORE TRACE OF DOG'S DEFILEMENT TRANSITORY MOIL THAT EXPIATING RAINS WOULD SOON ASSOIL BUT OH THE SUNLIGHT ON THAT TRANQUIL FACE
phonemes: ɔːstˈɪɹli ʃˈɑːn ðə mˈɑːɹbəl ðæt ʃˌʊd fˈɔɪl əblˈɪviən, ðˈoʊ ðə dˈɛsɪkɹˌeɪɾᵻd bˈeɪs, ɹˈaʊnd wˌɪtʃ ðə sˈʌlən hˈʌkstɚ tɹˈɑːd, bˈɔːɹ tɹˈeɪs ʌv dˈɑːɡz dᵻfˈaɪlmənt — tɹˈænsɪtˌɔːɹi mˈɔɪl ðæt ˈɛkspɪˌeɪɾɪŋ ɹˈeɪnz wʊd sˈuːn ɐsˈɔɪl; bˌʌt ˈoʊ, ðə sˈʌnlaɪt ˌɔn ðæt tɹˈæŋkwɪl fˈeɪs!