text_original: Let the joy fade. Are there not other joys, Like frost bound bulbs, that yet shall start and bloom?
text_transcription: LET THE JOY FADE ARE THERE NOT OTHER JOYS LIKE FROST BOUND BULBS THAT YET SHALL START AND BLOOM
phonemes: lˈɛt ðə dʒˈɔɪ fˈeɪd. ɑːɹ ðɛɹ nˌɑːt ˈʌðɚ dʒˈɔɪz, lˈaɪk fɹˈɔst bˈaʊnd bˈʌlbz, ðæt jˈɛt ʃˌæl stˈɑːɹt ænd blˈuːm?