text_original: For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting tilings, too certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries.
text_transcription: FOR THEN WE KNOW HOW VAIN IT WAS TO BOAST OF FLEETING THINGS TOO CERTAIN TO BE LOST CLOUDS OF AFFECTION FROM OUR YOUNGER EYES CONCEAL THAT EMPTINESS WHICH AGE DESCRIES
phonemes: fɔːɹ ðˈɛn wiː nˈoʊ hˌaʊ vˈeɪn ɪt wʌz tə bˈoʊst ʌv flˈiːɾɪŋ tˈaɪlɪŋz, tˈuː sˈɜːʔn̩ təbi lˈɔst. klˈaʊdz ʌv ɐfˈɛkʃən fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ jˈʌŋɡɚɹ ˈaɪz kənsˈiːl ðæt ˈɛmptinəs wˌɪtʃ ˈeɪdʒ dᵻskɹˈeɪz.