text_original: Down deep in a hollow some wiseacres sit, Like a toad in his cell in the stone ; Around them in daylight the ]blind owlets flit, And their creeds are with ivy o'ergrown; — 236 THE HIGHER LIFE.
text_transcription: DOWN DEEP IN A HOLLOW SOME WISE ACRES SIT LIKE A TOAD IN HIS CELL IN THE STONE AROUND THEM IN DAYLIGHT THE BLIND OWLETS FLIT AND THEIR CREEDS ARE WITH IVY OVERGROWN
phonemes: dˌaʊn dˈiːp ɪn ɐ hˈɑːloʊ sˌʌm wˈaɪsækɚz sˈɪt, lˈaɪk ɐ tˈoʊd ɪn hɪz sˈɛl ɪnðə stˈoʊn ; ɚɹˈaʊnd ðˌɛm ɪn dˈeɪlaɪt ðə ]blˈaɪnd ˈaʊlɪts flˈɪt, ænd ðɛɹ kɹˈiːdz ɑːɹ wɪð ˈaɪvi ˈɔːɹɡɹoʊn; — tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi sˈɪks ðə hˈaɪɚ lˈaɪf.