text_original: But count the reach of my desire. Let this be something in Thy sight:   I have not, in the slothful dark, Forgot the Vision and the Height. Neither my body nor my soul To earth's low ease will yield consent. I praise Thee for my will to strive. I bless Thy goad of discontent.
text_transcription: BUT COUNT THE REACH OF MY DESIRE LET THIS BE SOMETHING IN THY SIGHT I HAVE NOT IN THE SLOTHFUL DARK FORGOT THE VISION AND THE HEIGHT NEITHER MY BODY NOR MY SOUL TO EARTH LOW EASE WILL YIELD CONSENT I PRAISE THEE FOR MY WILL TO STRIVE I BLESS THY GOAD OF DISCONTENT
phonemes: bˌʌt kˈaʊnt ðə ɹˈiːtʃ ʌv maɪ dɪzˈaɪɚ. lˈɛt ðɪs biː sˈʌmθɪŋ ɪn ðˌaɪ sˈaɪt:   aɪ hɐvnˈɑːt, ɪnðə slˈɑːθfəl dˈɑːɹk, fɚɡˈɑːt ðə vˈɪʒən ænd ðə hˈaɪt. nˈiːðɚ maɪ bˈɑːdi nˈɔːɹ maɪ sˈoʊl tʊ ˈɜːθz lˈoʊ ˈiːz wɪl jˈiːld kənsˈɛnt. aɪ pɹˈeɪz ðiː fɔːɹ maɪ wˈɪltə stɹˈaɪv. aɪ blˈɛs ðˌaɪ ɡˈoʊd ʌv dɪskəntˈɛnt.