text_original: So, crown thy careless head, And bid the sun make roses for thy breast ! Be thine eyes richly fed And thy swift limbs too passionate to rest!
text_transcription: SO CROWN THY CARELESS HEAD AND BID THE SUN MAKE ROSES FOR THY BREAST BE THINE EYES RICHLY FED AND THY SWIFT LIMBS TOO PASSIONATE TO REST
phonemes: sˈoʊ, kɹˈaʊn ðˌaɪ kˈɛɹləs hˈɛd, ænd bˈɪd ðə sˈʌn mˌeɪk ɹˈoʊzᵻz fɔːɹ ðˌaɪ bɹˈɛst ! biː ðaɪn ˈaɪz ɹˈɪtʃli fˈɛd ænd ðˌaɪ swˈɪft lˈɪmz tˈuː pˈæʃənət tə ɹˈɛst!