text_original: A POET ATTENTIVE eyes, fantastic heed, Assessing minds, he does not need, Nor urgent writs to sup or dine, Nor pledges in the roseate wine. For loud acclaim he does not care By the august or rich or fair, Nor for smart pilgrims from afar, Curious on where his hauntings are.
text_transcription: A POET ATTENTIVE EYES FANTASTIC HEAT ASSESSING MINDS HE DOES NOT NEED NOR URGENT WRITS TO SUP OR DINE NOR PLEDGES IN THE ROSEATE WINE FOR LOUDER CLAIM HE DOES NOT CARE BY THE AUGUST OR RICH OF HAIR NOR FOUR SMART PILGRIMS FROM AFAR CURIOUS ON WHERE HIS HAUNTINGS ARE
phonemes: ɐ pˈoʊɪt ɐtˈɛntɪv ˈaɪz, fæntˈæstɪk hˈiːd, ɐsˈɛsɪŋ mˈaɪndz, hiː dʌznˌɑːt nˈiːd, nˈɔːɹ ˈɜːdʒənt ɹˈɪts tə sˈʌp ɔːɹ dˈaɪn, nˈɔːɹ plˈɛdʒᵻz ɪnðə ɹˈoʊzeɪt wˈaɪn. fɔːɹ lˈaʊd ɐklˈeɪm hiː dʌznˌɑːt kˈɛɹ baɪ ðɪ ˈɔːɡəst ɔːɹ ɹˈɪtʃ ɔːɹ fˈɛɹ, nˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ smˈɑːɹt pˈɪlɡɹɪmz fɹʌm ɐfˈɑːɹ, kjˈʊɹɹiəs ˌɔn wˌɛɹ hɪz hˈɔːntɪŋz ɑːɹ.