text_original: What it is they seek And whom they praise, and why, I do not know; But as the hour grows old, and twilight hills Put on the purple, this I see — that they With wilder zeal do dash this way and that, And where each in a foot of space had range, Now flits he two, and shriller grows the cry. 124 'THE MIDGES Larger the host, and greater its concern. Dost note'?"
text_transcription: WHAT IT IS THEY SEEK AND WHOM THEY PRAISE AND WHY I DO NOT KNOW BUT AS THE HOUR GROWS OLD AND TWILIGHT HILLS PUT ON THE PURPLE THIS I SEE THAT THEY WITH WILDER ZEAL DO DASH THIS WAY AND THAT AND WHERE EACH IN A FOOT OF SPACE HAD RANGED NOW FLITS HE TOO AND SHRILLER GROWS TO CRY LARGER THE HOST AND GREATER ITS CONCERN DOST NOTE
phonemes: wˌʌt ɪɾ ɪz ðeɪ sˈiːk ænd hˈuːm ðeɪ pɹˈeɪz, ænd wˈaɪ, aɪ duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ; bˌʌt æz ðɪ ˈaʊɚ ɡɹˈoʊz ˈoʊld, ænd twˈaɪlaɪt hˈɪlz pˌʊt ɔnðə pˈɜːpəl, ðɪs aɪ sˈiː — ðæt ðeɪ wɪð wˈaɪldɚ zˈiːl dˈuː dˈæʃ ðɪs wˈeɪ ænd ðˈæt, ænd wˌɛɹ ˈiːtʃ ɪn ɐ fˈʊt ʌv spˈeɪs hæd ɹˈeɪndʒ, nˈaʊ flˈɪts hiː tˈuː, ænd ʃɹˈɪlɚ ɡɹˈoʊz ðə kɹˈaɪ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ ðə mˈɪdʒᵻz lˈɑːɹdʒɚ ðə hˈoʊst, ænd ɡɹˈeɪɾɚɹ ɪts kənsˈɜːn. dˈɑːst nˈoʊt?"