text_original: Quoth Genius, ''Neath the sod of yonder heather Lie gems untold. Let's plough them out together.' They bent like strong young oxen to the plough, This done, Ambition questioned, 'Whither now?
text_transcription: QUOTH GENIUS NEATH THE SOD OF YONDER HEATHER LIE GEMS UNTOLD LETS PLOUGH THEM OUT TOGETHER THEY BENT LIKE STRONG YOUNG OXEN TO THE PLOUGH THIS DONE AMBITION QUESTIONED WHITHER NOW
phonemes: kwˈoʊθ dʒˈiːnɪəs, nˈiːθ ðə sˈɑːd ʌv jˈɑːndɚ hˈɛðɚ lˈaɪ dʒˈɛmz ʌntˈoʊld. lˈɛts plˈaʊ ðˌɛm ˈaʊt təɡˈɛðɚ.ðeɪ bˈɛnt lˈaɪk stɹˈɔŋ jˈʌŋ ˈɑːksən tə ðə plˈaʊ, ðɪs dˈʌn, æmbˈɪʃən kwˈɛstʃənd, wˈɪðɚ nˈaʊ?