text_original: So did false Fortune, when I strove and fought, Smiling 'neath half closed eyelids, when seemed won, For a brief hour, the beckoning goal I sought   Then with frustrating touch dimmed all my sun Blotted the work and faith so brave begun; But what I gained was none too dearly bought.
text_transcription: SO DID FALSE FORTUNE WHEN I STROVE AND FOUGHT SMILING NEATH HALF CLOSED EYELIDS WHEN SEEMED ONE FOR A BRIEF HOUR THE BECKONING GOAL I SOUGHT THEN WITH FRUSTRATING TOUCH DIMMED ALL MY SUN BLOTTED THE WORK AND FAITH SO BRAVE BEGUN BUT WHAT I GAINED WAS NONE TOO DEARLY BOUGHT
phonemes: sˌoʊ dˈɪd fˈɔls fˈɔːɹtʃʊn, wˌɛn aɪ stɹˈoʊv ænd fˈɔːt, smˈaɪlɪŋ nˈiːθ hˈæf klˈoʊzd ˈaɪlɪdz, wˌɛn sˈiːmd wˈʌn, fɚɹə bɹˈiːf ˈaʊɚ, ðə bˈɛkənɪŋ ɡˈoʊl aɪ sˈɔːt ðˈɛn wɪð fɹʌstɹˈeɪɾɪŋ tˈʌtʃ dˈɪmd ˈɔːl maɪ sˈʌn blˈɑːɾᵻd ðə wˈɜːk ænd fˈeɪθ sˌoʊ bɹˈeɪv bɪɡˈʌn; bˌʌt wʌt aɪ ɡˈeɪnd wʌz nˈʌn tˈuː dˈɪɹli bˈɔːt.