text_original: He can behold Things manifold That have not yet been wholly told, — Have not been wholly suns nor said. For his thought, that never stops. Follows the water drops Down to the graves of the dead, Down through chasms and gulfs profound.
text_transcription: HE CAN BEHOLD THINGS MANIFOLD THAT HAVE NOT YET BEEN WHOLLY TOLD HAVE NOT BEEN WHOLLY SUNG NOR SAID FOR HIS THOUGHT THAT NEVER STOPS FOLLOWS THE WATER DROPS DOWN TO THE GRAVES OF THE DEAD DOWN THROUGH CHASMS AND GULFS PROFOUND
phonemes: hiː kæn bᵻhˈoʊld θˈɪŋz mˈænɪfˌoʊld ðæt hɐvnˌɑːt jˈɛt bˌɪn hˈoʊli tˈoʊld, — hɐvnˌɑːt bˌɪn hˈoʊli sˈʌnz nˈɔːɹ sˈɛd. fɔːɹ hɪz θˈɔːt, ðæt nˈɛvɚ stˈɑːps. fˈɑːloʊz ðə wˈɔːɾɚ dɹˈɑːps dˌaʊn tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪvz ʌvðə dˈɛd, dˌaʊn θɹuː kˈæzəmz ænd ɡˈʌlfs pɹəfˈaʊnd.