text_original: Sink thou a shaft into the mine of thought; Be patient, like the seekers after gold; Under the rocks and rubbish lieth what May bring thee wealth untold. Reflected from the vasty Infinite, However dulled by earth, each human mind Holds somewhere gems of beauty and of light Which, seeking, thou shalt find.
text_transcription: SINK THOU A SHAFT INTO THE MINE OF THOUGHT BE PATIENT LIKE THE SEEKERS AFTER GOLD UNDER THE ROCKS AND RUBBISH LIETH WHAT MAY BRING THEE WEALTH UNTOLD REFLECTED FROM THE VASTITY INFINITE HOWEVER DULLED BY EARTH EACH HUMAN MIND HOLDS SOMEWHERE GEMS OF BEAUTY AND OF LIGHT WHICH SEEKING THOU SHALT FIND
phonemes: sˈɪŋk ðˈaʊ ɐ ʃˈæft ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈaɪn ʌv θˈɔːt; biː pˈeɪʃənt, lˈaɪk ðə sˈiːkɚz ˈæftɚ ɡˈoʊld; ˌʌndɚ ðə ɹˈɑːks ænd ɹˈʌbɪʃ lˈaɪəθ wʌt mˈeɪ bɹˈɪŋ ðiː wˈɛlθ ʌntˈoʊld. ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd fɹʌmðə vˈæsti ˈɪnfɪnət, haʊˈɛvɚ dˈʌld baɪ ˈɜːθ, ˈiːtʃ hjˈuːmən mˈaɪnd hˈoʊldz sˈʌmwɛɹ dʒˈɛmz ʌv bjˈuːɾi ænd ʌv lˈaɪt wˈɪtʃ, sˈiːkɪŋ, ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt fˈaɪnd.