text_original: I wake To miserable me I 123 THE MIDGES Alcon, the wood god, wandering his realm, Found his son Astries in the meadowland At sunset, squatted on a fallen pine And much intent upon a swarm of gnats. To whom the godling: "Father, I have stayed This hour to wonder at yon tiny folk. Who dart, and hum, and make so much a do, Mad with the sunlight.
text_transcription: FULLY PROVOXED DOT ORK BASONYA THE MIDGES ALCON THE WOOD GOD WANDERING HIS REALM FOUND HIS SON ESTRIUS IN THE MEADOW LAND AT SUNSET SQUATTED ON A FALLEN PINE AND MUCH INTENT UPON A SWARM OF NETS TO WHOM THE GODLING FATHER I HAVE STAYED THIS HOUR TO WONDER AT YON TINY FOLK WHO DART AND HUM AND MAKE SO MUCH ADO MAD WITH THE SUNLIGHT
phonemes: aɪ wˈeɪk tə mˈɪzɹəbəl mˌiː aɪ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti θɹˈiː ðə mˈɪdʒᵻz ˈælkən, ðə wˈʊd ɡˈɑːd, wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ hɪz ɹˈɛlm, fˈaʊnd hɪz sˈʌn ɐstɹˈaɪz ɪnðə mˈɛdoʊlənd æt sˈʌnsɛt, skwˈɑːɾᵻd ˌɔn ɐ fˈɔːlən pˈaɪn ænd mˈʌtʃ ɪntˈɛnt əpˌɑːn ɐ swˈɔːɹm ʌv nˈæts. tə hˈuːm ðə ɡˈɑːdlɪŋ: "fˈɑːðɚ, aɪ hæv stˈeɪd ðɪs ˈaʊɚ tə wˈʌndɚɹ æt jˈɑːn tˈaɪni fˈoʊk. hˌuː dˈɑːɹt, ænd hˈʌm, ænd mˌeɪk sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ɐ dˈuː, mˈæd wɪððə sˈʌnlaɪt.