text_original: Yea, though the very clouds have vantage over me, Enjoying their glancing flight, though my love is dead, I still am not homeless here, I've a tent by day Of darkness where she sleeps on her perfect bed.
text_transcription: YEA THOUGH THE VERY CLOUDS HAVE VANTAGE OVER ME ENJOYING THEIR GLANCING FLIGHT THOUGH MY LOVE IS DEAD I STILL AM NOT HOMELESS HERE I HAVE A TENT BY DAY OF DARKNESS WHERE SHE SLEEPS ON HER PERFECT BED
phonemes: jˈeɪ, ðˌoʊ ðə vˈɛɹi klˈaʊdz hæv vˈæntɪdʒ ˈoʊvɚ mˌiː, ɛndʒˈɔɪɪŋ ðɛɹ ɡlˈænsɪŋ flˈaɪt, ðˌoʊ maɪ lˈʌv ɪz dˈɛd, aɪ stˈɪl æm nˌɑːt hˈoʊmləs hˈɪɹ, aɪv ɐ tˈɛnt baɪ dˈeɪ ʌv dˈɑːɹknəs wˌɛɹ ʃiː slˈiːps ˌɔn hɜː pˈɜːfɛkt bˈɛd.