text_original: Again, he enters the wood path. Again, I behold that countenance beautiful in age, radiant in wisdom.  He speaks. My soul hangs on his utterance. All my lesser affections fade away. Ah, no! no! no!
text_transcription: AGAIN HE ENTERS THE WOOD PATH AGAIN I BEHOLD THAT COUNTENANCE BEAUTIFUL IN AGE RADIANT IN WISDOM HE SPEAKS MY SOUL HANGS ON HIS UTTERANCE ALL MY LESSER AFFECTIONS FADE AWAY HA NO NO
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn, hiː ˈɛntɚz ðə wˈʊd pˈæθ. ɐɡˈɛn, aɪ bᵻhˈoʊld ðæt kˈaʊntənəns bjˈuːɾifəl ɪn ˈeɪdʒ, ɹˈeɪdiənt ɪn wˈɪzdəm.  hiː spˈiːks. maɪ sˈoʊl hˈæŋz ˌɔn hɪz ˈʌɾɚɹəns. ˈɔːl maɪ lˈɛsɚɹ ɐfˈɛkʃənz fˈeɪd ɐwˈeɪ. ˈɑː, nˈoʊ! nˈoʊ! nˈoʊ!