text_original: VI DORICHA (JPosidippus) So now the very bones of you are gone Where they were dust and ashes long ago; And there was the last ribbon you tied on To bind your hair, and that is dust also ; And somewhere there is dust that was of old A soft and scented garment that you wore — The same that once till dawn did closely fold You in with fair Charaxus, fair no more.
text_transcription: SIX DORICA POSIDIPUS SO NOW THE VERY BONES OF YOU ARE GONE WHERE THEY WERE DUST AND ASHES LONG AGO AND THERE WAS THE LAST RIBBON YOU TIED ON TO BIND YOUR HAIR AND THAT IS DUST ALSO AND SOMEWHERE THERE IS DUST THAT WAS OF OLD A SOFT AND SCENTED GARMENT THAT YOU WORE THE SAME THAT ONCE TILL DAWN DID CLOSELY FOLD YOU IN WITH FAIR SHARAXES FARE NO MORE
phonemes: vˌiːˈaɪ dˈɔːɹɪtʃə (dʒˈeɪ pˈɑːsɪdˌɪpəs) sˌoʊ nˈaʊ ðə vˈɛɹi bˈoʊnz ʌv juː ɑːɹ ɡɔn wˌɛɹ ðeɪ wɜː dˈʌst ænd ˈæʃᵻz lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ; ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə lˈæst ɹˈɪbən juː tˈaɪd ˌɔn tə bˈaɪnd jʊɹ hˈɛɹ, ænd ðæt ɪz dˈʌst ˈɔːlsoʊ ; ænd sˈʌmwɛɹ ðɛɹ ɪz dˈʌst ðæt wʌz ʌv ˈoʊld ɐ sˈɔft ænd sˈɛntᵻd ɡˈɑːɹmənt ðæt juː wˈɔːɹ — ðə sˈeɪm ðæt wˈʌns tˈɪl dˈɔːn dˈɪd klˈoʊsli fˈoʊld juː ɪn wɪð fˈɛɹ tʃæɹˈæksəs, fˈɛɹ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ.