text_original: But when thou comest on mighty wings, Deal gently with forest and tree. For my heart is woe for the goodly things, That to morrow will cease to be.
text_transcription: BUT WHEN THOU COMEST ON MIGHTY WINGS DEAL GENTLY WITH FOREST AND TREE FOR MY HEART IS WOE FOR THE GOODLY THINGS THAT TO MORROW WILL CEASE TO BE
phonemes: bˌʌt wɛn ðˈaʊ kəmˈɛst ˌɔn mˈaɪɾi wˈɪŋz, dˈiːl dʒˈɛntli wɪð fˈɔːɹɪst ænd tɹˈiː. fɔːɹ maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz wˈoʊ fɚðə ɡˈʊdli θˈɪŋz, ðæt tə mˈɑːɹoʊ wɪl sˈiːs tə bˈiː.