text_original: And so it seems the thing doth fare, With men of mind adventurous. The critics labour everywhere With cunning hand unwavering, What time, regardless of their light, The poets wonder in the night.
text_transcription: AND SO IT SEEMS THE THING DOTH FARE WITH MAN OF MIND ADVENTUROUS THE CRITICS LABOR EVERYWHERE WITH CUNNING HAND UNWAVERING WHAT TIME REGARDLESS OF THEIR LIGHT THE POETS WANDER IN THE NIGHT
phonemes: ænd sˌoʊ ɪt sˈiːmz ðə θˈɪŋ dʌθ fˈɛɹ, wɪð mˈɛn ʌv mˈaɪnd ɐdvˈɛntʃɚɹəs. ðə kɹˈɪɾɪks lˈeɪbɚɹ ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ wɪð kˈʌnɪŋ hˈænd ʌnwˈeɪvɚɹɪŋ, wˌʌt tˈaɪm, ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdləs ʌv ðɛɹ lˈaɪt, ðə pˈoʊɪts wˈʌndɚɹ ɪnðə nˈaɪt.