text_original: Thou absent, Flow'rs to me no Odours yield, Nor find I freshness in the dewy Field; Not _Thyrsis_ Voice, nor _Melibeus_ Lire, Can my Sad Heart with one Gay Thought inspire; My thriving Flock ('mong Shepherds Vows the Chief) I unconcern'd behold, as they my Grief.
text_transcription: THOU ABSENT FLOWERS TO ME NO ODOURS YIELD NOR FIND I FRESHNESS IN THE DEWY FIELD NOT THYS'S VOICE NOR MELIBIA'S LYRE CAN MY SAD HEART WITH ONE GAY THOUGHT INSPIRE MY THRIVING FLOCK MONG SHEPHERDS VOWS THE CHIEF I UNCONCERN'D BEHOLD AS THEY MY GRIEF
phonemes: ðˈaʊ ˈæbsənt, flˈoʊrz tə mˌiː nˈoʊ ˈoʊdɚz jˈiːld, nˈɔːɹ fˈaɪnd aɪ fɹˈɛʃnəs ɪnðə dˈuːi fˈiːld; nˌɑːt θˈɪəsˌɪs vˈɔɪs, nˈɔːɹ mˈɛlaɪbˌiəs lˈaɪɚ, kæn maɪ sˈæd hˈɑːɹt wɪð wˈʌn ɡˈeɪ θˈɔːt ɪnspˈaɪɚ; maɪ θɹˈaɪvɪŋ flˈɑːk (mˈɔŋɡ ʃˈɛpɚdz vˈaʊz ðə tʃˈiːf) aɪ ʌŋkənsˈɜːnd bᵻhˈoʊld, æz ðeɪ maɪ ɡɹˈiːf.