text_original: I reason not, nor do I seek to know, For naught can trouble that within whose scope Are all of sweet impulse and sudden fervour's glow, And tranquil flight to sanctuaried hope.
text_transcription: I REASON NOT NOR DO I SEEK TO KNOW FOR NOUGHT CAN TROUBLE THAT WITHIN WHOSE SCOPE ARE ALL OF SWEET IMPULSE AND SUDDEN FERVORS GLOW AND TRANQUIL FLIGHT TO SANCTUARIED HOPE
phonemes: aɪ ɹˈiːzən nˈɑːt, nˈɔːɹ dˈuː aɪ sˈiːk tə nˈoʊ, fɔːɹ nˈɔːt kæn tɹˈʌbəl ðæt wɪðˌɪn hˌuːz skˈoʊp ɑːɹ ˈɔːl ʌv swˈiːt ˈɪmpʌls ænd sˈʌdən fˈɜːvɚz ɡlˈoʊ, ænd tɹˈæŋkwɪl flˈaɪt tə sˈæŋktjuːˌɛɹid hˈoʊp.