text_original: And the friend who knows him best Sees him as he sees the rest Who are striving to be wise While a Demon's arms and eyes Hold them as a web would flies. All the words of all the world, Aimed together and then hurled, Would be stiller in his ears Than a closing of still shears On a thread made out of years.
text_transcription: AND THE FRIEND WHO KNOWS HIM BEST SEES HIM AS HE SEES THE REST WHO ARE STRIVING TO BE WISE WHILE THE DEMON'S ARMS AND EYES HOLD THEM AS A WEB WOULD FLIES ALL THE WORDS OF ALL THE WORLD AIMED TOGETHER AND THEN HURLED WOULD BE STILLER IN HIS EARS THAN A CLOSING OF STEEL SHEARS ON A THREAD MADE OUT OF YEARS
phonemes: ænd ðə fɹˈɛnd hˌuː nˈoʊz hˌɪm bˈɛst sˈiːz hˌɪm æz hiː sˈiːz ðə ɹˈɛst hˌuː ɑːɹ stɹˈaɪvɪŋ təbi wˈaɪz wˌaɪl ɐ dˈiːmənz ˈɑːɹmz ænd ˈaɪz hˈoʊld ðˌɛm æz ɐ wˈɛb wʊd flˈaɪz. ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːdz ʌv ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld, ˈeɪmd təɡˌɛðɚ ænd ðˈɛn hˈɜːld, wʊd biː stˈɪlɚɹ ɪn hɪz ˈɪɹz ðˌænə klˈoʊzɪŋ ʌv stˈɪl ʃˈɪɹz ˌɔn ɐ θɹˈɛd mˌeɪd ˌaʊɾəv jˈɪɹz.