text_original: They rise not from reason, but deeper inconse  quent deeps. Reason 's not one that weeps. What logic of greeting lies Betwixt dear over beautiful trees and the rain of the eyes
text_transcription: THEY RISE NOT FROM REASON BUT DEEPER INCONSEQUENT DEEPS REASON'S NOT ONE THAT WEEPS WHAT LOGIC OF GREETING LIES BETWIXT DEAR OVER BEAUTIFUL TREES AND THE RAIN OF THE EYES
phonemes: ðeɪ ɹˈaɪz nˌɑːt fɹʌm ɹˈiːzən, bˌʌt dˈiːpɚɹ ɪŋkˈɑːns kwˈɛnt dˈiːps. ɹˈiːzən ˈɛs nˌɑːt wˈʌn ðæt wˈiːps. wˌʌt lˈɑːdʒɪk ʌv ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋ lˈaɪz bᵻtwˈɪkst dˈɪɹ ˌoʊvɚ bjˈuːɾifəl tɹˈiːz ænd ðə ɹˈeɪn ʌvðɪ ˈaɪz