text_original: Deep underneath a Cave does lie, Th'entrance hid with dismal Yew, Where _Phebus_ never shew'd his Eye, Or cheerful Day yet pierced through. In that dark Melancholy Cell, (Retreate and Sollace to my Woe) Love, sad Dispair, and I, do dwell, The Springs from whence my Griefs do flow.
text_transcription: DEEP UNDERNEATH A CAVE DOES LIE THE ENTRANCE HID WITH DISMAL YEW WHERE PHOEBUS NEVER SHEWED HIS EYE OR CHEERFUL DAY YET PIERCETH THROUGH IN THAT DARK MELANCHOLY CELL RETREAT IN SOLACE TO MY WOE LOVE'S SAD DESPAIR AND EYE DO DWELL THE SPRINGS FROM WHENCE MY GRIEFS DO FLOW
phonemes: dˈiːp ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ ɐ kˈeɪv dˈʌz lˈaɪ, tˌiːˈeɪtʃˈɛntɹəns hˈɪd wɪð dˈɪzməl jˈuː, wˌɛɹ fˈɛbəs nˈɛvɚ ʃˈoʊd hɪz ˈaɪ, ɔːɹ tʃˈɪɹfəl dˈeɪ jˈɛt pˈɪɹst θɹˈuː. ɪn ðæt dˈɑːɹk mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli sˈɛl, (ɹᵻtɹˈiːt ænd sˈɑːleɪs tə maɪ wˈoʊ) lˈʌv, sˈæd dɪspˈɛɹ, ænd ˈaɪ, dˈuː dwˈɛl, ðə spɹˈɪŋz fɹʌm wˈɛns maɪ ɡɹˈiːfs dˈuː flˈoʊ.