text_original: Give to such Apollo's guise, and matters were not well. Too glad to pose, ofttimes he held his peace Before the jest that sought his heart; but let The whim appeal, and all his mind took fire — The shifted diamond's instant shock of light.
text_transcription: GIVE TO SUCH APOLLO'S GUISE AND MATTERS WERE NOT WELL TOO GLAD TO POSE OFTTIMES HE HELD HIS PEACE BEFORE THE JEST THAT SOUGHT HIS HEART BUT LET THE WHIM APPEAL AND ALL HIS MIND TOOK FIRE THE SHIFTED DIAMOND'S INSTANT SHOCK OF LIGH
phonemes: ɡˈɪv tə sˈʌtʃ ɐpˈɑːloʊz ɡˈaɪz, ænd mˈæɾɚz wɜː nˌɑːt wˈɛl. tˈuː ɡlˈæd tə pˈoʊz, ˈɔfttaɪmz hiː hˈɛld hɪz pˈiːs bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə dʒˈɛst ðæt sˈɔːt hɪz hˈɑːɹt; bˌʌt lˈɛt ðə wˈɪm ɐpˈiːl, ænd ˈɔːl hɪz mˈaɪnd tˈʊk fˈaɪɚ — ðə ʃˈɪftᵻd dˈaɪəməndz ˈɪnstənt ʃˈɑːk ʌv lˈaɪt.