text_original: AMBITION AND LOVE Sweet, in the golden morning of my days, With young tempestuous joy I reared my head To gaze adown the splendid sunlit ways Where all the fires of fame burned glory red, I recked not where the sounding arches led, Save at the end I gain my august bays.
text_transcription: AMBITION AND LOVE SWEET IN THE GOLDEN MORNING OF MY DAYS WITH YOUNG TEMPESTUOUS JOY I REELED MY HEAD TO GAZE ADOWN THE SPLENDID SUNLIT WAYS WHERE ALL THE FIRES OF FAME BURNED GLORY RED I RECK NOT WHERE THE SOUNDING ARCH IS LED SAVE AT THE END I GAIN MY AUGUST BAYS
phonemes: æmbˈɪʃən ænd lˈʌv swˈiːt, ɪnðə ɡˈoʊldən mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ʌv maɪ dˈeɪz, wɪð jˈʌŋ tɛmpˈɛstʃuːəs dʒˈɔɪ aɪ ɹˈɪɹd maɪ hˈɛd tə ɡˈeɪz ɐdˈaʊn ðə splˈɛndɪd sˈʌnlɪt wˈeɪz wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl ðə fˈaɪɚz ʌv fˈeɪm bˈɜːnd ɡlˈɔːɹi ɹˈɛd, aɪ ɹˈɛkt nˌɑːt wˌɛɹ ðə sˈaʊndɪŋ ˈɑːɹtʃᵻz lˈɛd, sˈeɪv æt ðɪ ˈɛnd aɪ ɡˈeɪn maɪ ˈɔːɡəst bˈeɪz.