text_original: Mayhap I have loved too well the merry fleeting things; Run too lightly with the wind  chased too many shining wings; Thought too seldom of the night, and the silence that it brings.
text_transcription: MAYHAP I HAVE LOVED TOO WELL THE MERRY FLEETING THINGS RUN TOO LIGHTLY WITH THE WIND CHASE TOO MANY SHINING WINGS THOUGHT TOO SELDOM OF THE NIGHT AND THE SILENCE THAT IT BRINGS
phonemes: mˈeɪhæp aɪ hæv lˈʌvd tˈuː wˈɛl ðə mˈɛɹi flˈiːɾɪŋ θˈɪŋz; ɹˈʌn tˈuː lˈaɪtli wɪððə wˈɪnd tʃˈeɪst tˈuː mɛni ʃˈaɪnɪŋ wˈɪŋz; θˈɔːt tˈuː sˈɛldəm ʌvðə nˈaɪt, ænd ðə sˈaɪləns ðˌɐɾɪt bɹˈɪŋz.