text_original: But in the dust and detriments of noon. And in the midnight, still he longed for her, As, day by day, the marring seasons passed, Heedless of his despair. And yet he dreamt, Sustained by that which man must find at last — Patience, his answer to the sneer of Hell.
text_transcription: BUT IN THE DUST AND DETRIMENTS OF NOON AND IN THE MIDNIGHT STILL HE LONGED FOR HER AS DAY BY DAY THE MARRING SEASONS PASSED HEEDLESS OF HIS DESPAIR AND YET HE DREAMT SUSTAINED BY THAT WHICH MAN MUST FIND AT LAST PATIENCE HIS ANSWER TO THE SNEER OF HELL
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪnðə dˈʌst ænd dˈɛtɹɪmənts ʌv nˈuːn. ænd ɪnðə mˈɪdnaɪt, stˈɪl hiː lˈɔŋd fɔːɹ hɜː, æz, dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ, ðə mˈɑːɹɹɪŋ sˈiːzənz pˈæst, hˈiːdləs ʌv hɪz dᵻspˈɛɹ. ænd jˈɛt hiː dɹˈɛmpt, səstˈeɪnd baɪ ðæt wˌɪtʃ mˈæn mˈʌst fˈaɪnd æt lˈæst — pˈeɪʃəns, hɪz ˈænsɚ tə ðə snˈɪɹ ʌv hˈɛl.