text_original: We stride the river daily at its spring, Nor, in our childish thoughtlessness, foresee What myriad vassal streams shall tribute bring, How like an equal it shall greet the sea.
text_transcription: WE STRIDE THE RIVER DAILY AT ITS SPRING NOR IN OUR CHILDISH THOUGHTLESSNESS FORESEE WHAT MYRIAD VESSEL STREAMS SHALL TRIBUTE BRING HOW LIKE AN EQUAL IT SHALL GREET TO SEE
phonemes: wiː stɹˈaɪd ðə ɹˈɪvɚ dˈeɪli æɾ ɪts spɹˈɪŋ, nˈɔːɹ, ɪn ˌaʊɚ tʃˈaɪldɪʃ θˈɔːtləsnəs, fɔːɹsˈiː wʌt mˈɪɹɪˌæd vˈæsəl stɹˈiːmz ʃˌæl tɹˈɪbjuːt bɹˈɪŋ, hˌaʊ lˈaɪk ɐn ˈiːkwəl ɪt ʃˌæl ɡɹˈiːt ðə sˈiː.