text_original: No rest that throbbing slave may ask, Forever quivering o'er his task, While far and wide a crimson jet Leaps forth to fill the woven net Which in unnumbered crossing tides The flood of burning life divides, Then, kindling each decaying part, Creeps back to find the throbbing heart.
text_transcription: NO REST THAT THROBBING SLAVE MAY ASK FOR EVER QUIVERING OVER HIS TASK WHILE FAR AND WIDE A CRIMSON JET LEAPS FORTH TO FILL THE WOVEN NET WHICH IN UNNUMBERED CROSSING TIDES THE FLOW OF BURNING LIFE DIVIDES THEN KINDLING EACH DECAYING PART CREEPS BACK TO FIND A THROBBING HEART
phonemes: nˈoʊ ɹˈɛst ðæt θɹˈɑːbɪŋ slˈeɪv mˈeɪ ˈæsk, fɚɹˈɛvɚ kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ ˈɔːɹ hɪz tˈæsk, wˌaɪl fˈɑːɹ ænd wˈaɪd ɐ kɹˈɪmsən dʒˈɛt lˈiːps fˈɔːɹθ tə fˈɪl ðə wˈoʊvən nˈɛt wˌɪtʃ ɪn ʌnnˈʌmbɚd kɹˈɔsɪŋ tˈaɪdz ðə flˈʌd ʌv bˈɜːnɪŋ lˈaɪf dᵻvˈaɪdz, ðˈɛn, kˈɪndlɪŋ ˈiːtʃ dᵻkˈeɪɪŋ pˈɑːɹt, kɹˈiːps bˈæk tə fˈaɪnd ðə θɹˈɑːbɪŋ hˈɑːɹt.