text_original: But Summer cleared my happier eyes With drops of some celestial juice, To see how Beauty underlies For evermore each form of Use. And more: methought I saw that flood, Which now so dull and darkling steals, Thick, here and there, with human blood, To turn the world's laborious wheels.
text_transcription: BUT SUMMER CLEARED MY HAPPIER EYES WITH DROPS OF SOME CELESTIAL JUICE TO SEE HOW BEAUTY UNDERLIES FOR EVERMORE EACH FORM OF HUES AND MORE METHOUGHT I SAW THAT FLOOD WHICH NOW SO DULL AND DARKLING STEALS THICK HERE AND THERE WITH HUMAN BLOOD TO TURN THE WORLD'S LABORIOUS WHEELS
phonemes: bˌʌt sˈʌmɚ klˈɪɹd maɪ hˈæpɪɚɹ ˈaɪz wɪð dɹˈɑːps ʌv sˌʌm səlˈɛstjəl dʒˈuːs, tə sˈiː hˌaʊ bjˈuːɾi ˌʌndɚlˈaɪz fɔːɹ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ ˈiːtʃ fˈɔːɹm ʌv jˈuːs. ænd mˈɔːɹ: mɪθˈɔːt aɪ sˈɔː ðæt flˈʌd, wˌɪtʃ nˈaʊ sˌoʊ dˈʌl ænd dˈɑːɹklɪŋ stˈiːlz, θˈɪk, hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ, wɪð hjˈuːmən blˈʌd, tə tˈɜːn ðə wˈɜːldz lɐbˈɔːɹiəs wˈiːlz.