text_original: These, and far more than these, The Poet sees ! He can behold Aquarius old Walking the fenceless fields of air; And from each ample fold Of the clouds about him rolled Scattering everywhere The showery rain, As the farmer scatters his grain. He can behold Things manifold That have not yet been wholly told, — Have not been wholly suns nor said.
text_transcription: THESE AND FAR MORE THAN THESE THE POET SEES HE CAN BEHOLD A QUERIUS OLD WALKING THE FENCELESS FIELDS OF AIR AND FROM EACH AMPLE FOLD OF THE CLOUDS ABOUT HIM ROLLED SCATTERING EVERYWHERE THE SHOWERY RAIN AS THE FARMER SCATTERS HIS GRAIN HE CAN BEHOLD THINGS MANIFOLD THAT HAVE NOT YET BEEN WHOLLY TOLD HAVE NOT BEEN WHOLLY SUNG NOR SAID
phonemes: ðˈiːz, ænd fˈɑːɹmˌɔːɹ ðɐn ðˈiːz, ðə pˈoʊɪt sˈiːz ! hiː kæn bᵻhˈoʊld ɐkwˈɛɹɪəs ˈoʊld wˈɔːkɪŋ ðə fˈɛnsləs fˈiːldz ʌv ˈɛɹ; ænd fɹʌm ˈiːtʃ ˈæmpəl fˈoʊld ʌvðə klˈaʊdz ɐbˌaʊt hˌɪm ɹˈoʊld skˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ ðə ʃˈaʊɚɹi ɹˈeɪn, æz ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ skˈæɾɚz hɪz ɡɹˈeɪn. hiː kæn bᵻhˈoʊld θˈɪŋz mˈænɪfˌoʊld ðæt hɐvnˌɑːt jˈɛt bˌɪn hˈoʊli tˈoʊld, — hɐvnˌɑːt bˌɪn hˈoʊli sˈʌnz nˈɔːɹ sˈɛd.