text_original: O thou who lovest not alone The swift success, the instant goal, But hast a lenient eye to mark The failures of th' inconstant soul, Consider not my little worth,   The mean achievement, scamped in act, The high resolve and low result, The dream that durst not face the fact. But count the reach of my desire.
text_transcription: O THOU WHO LOVEST NOT ALONE THE SWIFT SUCCESS THE INSTANT GOAL BUT HAS THE LENIENT EYE TO MARK THE FAILURES OF THE INCONSTANT SOUL CONSIDER NOT MY LITTLE WORTH THE MEAN ACHIEVEMENT SCAMPED IN ACT THE HIGH RESOLVE AND LOW RESULT THE DREAM THAT DURST NOT FACE THE FACT BUT COUNT THE REACH OF MY DESIRE
phonemes: ˈoʊ ðˈaʊ hˌuː lˈʌvɛst nˌɑːt ɐlˈoʊn ðə swˈɪft səksˈɛs, ðɪ ˈɪnstənt ɡˈoʊl, bˌʌt hˈeɪst ɐ lˈiːnɪənt ˈaɪ tə mˈɑːɹk ðə fˈeɪlɪɹz ʌv tˌiːˈeɪtʃ ɪŋkˈɑːnstənt sˈoʊl, kənsˈɪdɚ nˌɑːt maɪ lˈɪɾəl wˈɜːθ,   ðə mˈiːn ɐtʃˈiːvmənt, skˈæmpt ɪn ˈækt, ðə hˈaɪ ɹᵻzˈɑːlv ænd lˈoʊ ɹɪzˈʌlt, ðə dɹˈiːm ðæt dˈɜːst nˌɑːt fˈeɪs ðə fˈækt. bˌʌt kˈaʊnt ðə ɹˈiːtʃ ʌv maɪ dɪzˈaɪɚ.