text_original: What dupes we are of the deceiving eye ! How many a light men wonderingly acclaim Is but the phosphor of the path Life makes With its own motion, while above, forgot, Sweep on serene the old unenvious stars
text_transcription: WHAT DUPES WE ARE OF THE DECEIVING EYE HOW MANY A LIGHT MAN WANDERINGLY ACCLAIM IS BUT THE PHOSPHORE OF THE PATH LIFE MAKES WITH ITS OWN MOTION WHILE ABOVE FORGOT SWEEP ON SERENE THE OLD UNENVIOUS STARS
phonemes: wˌʌt dˈuːps wiː ɑːɹ ʌvðə dᵻsˈiːvɪŋ ˈaɪ ! hˌaʊ mˈɛni ɐ lˈaɪt mˈɛn wˈʌndɚɹɪŋli ɐklˈeɪm ɪz bˌʌt ðə fˈɑːsfɚɹ ʌvðə pˈæθ lˈaɪf mˌeɪks wɪð ɪts ˈoʊn mˈoʊʃən, wˌaɪl əbˈʌv, fɚɡˈɑːt, swˈiːp ˌɔn sɚɹˈiːn ðɪ ˈoʊld ˌʌnˈɛnviəs stˈɑːɹz