text_original: But he and loneliness kept feast and fast, The while with weary eyes, by night and day; They watched the path that led to common things   The downward winding way. "'Twas there," he said, "that gladness passed me by, In yonder valley, where I sought the truth; And there, a few leagues up the rocky slope, I said good bye to Youth.
text_transcription: BUT HE AND LONELINESS KEPT FEAST AND FAST THE WHILE WITH WEARY EYES BY NIGHT AND DAY THEY WATCHED THE PATH THAT LED TO COMMON THINGS THE DOWNWARD WINDING WAY TWAS THERE HE SAID THAT GLADNESS PASSED ME BY IN YONDER VALLEY WHERE I SOUGHT THE TRUTH AND THERE A FEW LEAGUES UP THE ROCKY SLOPE I SAID GOOD BYE TO YOUTH
phonemes: bˌʌt hiː ænd lˈoʊnlinəs kˈɛpt fˈiːst ænd fˈæst, ðə wˈaɪl wɪð wˈɪɹi ˈaɪz, baɪ nˈaɪt ænd dˈeɪ; ðeɪ wˈɑːtʃt ðə pˈæθ ðæt lˈɛd tə kˈɑːmən θˈɪŋz ðə dˈaʊnwɚd wˈaɪndɪŋ wˈeɪ. "twˈɑːz ðˈɛɹ," hiː sˈɛd, "ðæt ɡlˈædnəs pˈæst mˌiː bˈaɪ, ɪn jˈɑːndɚ vˈæli, wˌɛɹ aɪ sˈɔːt ðə tɹˈuːθ; ænd ðˈɛɹ, ɐ fjˈuː lˈiːɡz ˌʌp ðə ɹˈɑːki slˈoʊp, aɪ sˈɛd ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ tə jˈuːθ.