text_original: I would turn again the book, Yet again to steal a look, Back to where Time's firstling ran— Arboreal ancestral man: Wooing shy his dusky mate, Wild eyed, half articulate: In his rude canoe, askance, See him poise his flint tipped lance, Flashing in the ardent noon O'er the sedgy broad lagoon, When Thames reeds the river horse Crushed in his unconscious force.
text_transcription: I WOULD TURN AGAIN THE BOOK YET AGAIN TO STEAL A LOOK BACK TO WHERE TIME'S FIRSTLING RAN OUR REAL ANCESTRAL MAN WOOING SHY HIS DUSKY MATE WILD EYED HALF ARTICULATE IN HIS RUDE CANOE ASKANCE SEE HIM POISE HIS FLINT TIPPED LANDS FLASHING IN THE ARDENT NOON OVER THE SEDGY BROAD LAGOON WHEN THAMES READS THE RIVER HORSE CRUSHED IN HIS UNCONSCIOUS FORCE
phonemes: aɪ wʊd tˈɜːn ɐɡˈɛn ðə bˈʊk, jˈɛt ɐɡˈɛn tə stˈiːl ɐ lˈʊk, bˈæk tʊ wˌɛɹ tˈaɪmz fˈɜːsəlɪŋ ɹˈæn— ˈɑːɹbɔːɹˌiəl ænsˈɛstɹəl mˈæn: wˈuːɪŋ ʃˈaɪ hɪz dˈʌski mˈeɪt, wˈaɪld ˈaɪd, hˈæf ɑːɹtˈɪkjʊlˌeɪt: ɪn hɪz ɹˈuːd kənˈuː, ɐskˈæns, sˈiː hˌɪm pˈɔɪz hɪz flˈɪnt tˈɪpt lˈæns, flˈæʃɪŋ ɪnðɪ ˈɑːɹdənt nˈuːn ˈɔːɹ ðə sˈɛdʒi bɹˈɔːd lɐɡˈuːn, wˌɛn tˈɛmz ɹˈiːdz ðə ɹˈɪvɚ hˈɔːɹs kɹˈʌʃt ɪn hɪz ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəs fˈɔːɹs.