text_original: Unquestioned then the drowsy soul may lie, Somewhere between reality and sleep, Nor feel the tides of Time and matter sweep  Held for a little from the clamorous "I", Pure being, freed of memory and its sigh, Too far in utter peace to smile or weep.
text_transcription: UNQUESTIONED THEN THE DROWSY SOUL MAY LIE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN REALITY AND SLEEP NOR FEEL THE TIDES OF TIME AND META SWEEP HELD FOR A LITTLE FROM THE CLAMOROUS EYE PURE BEING FREED OF MEMORY AND DIDST SIGH TOO FAR IN UTTER PEACE TO SMILE OR WEEP
phonemes: ʌŋkwˈɛstʃənd ðˈɛn ðə dɹˈaʊsi sˈoʊl mˈeɪ lˈaɪ, sˈʌmwɛɹ bᵻtwˌiːn ɹɪˈælᵻɾi ænd slˈiːp, nˈɔːɹ fˈiːl ðə tˈaɪdz ʌv tˈaɪm ænd mˈæɾɚ swˈiːp hˈɛld fɚɹə lˈɪɾəl fɹʌmðə klˈæmɚɹəs "ˈaɪ", pjˈʊɹ bˈiːɪŋ, fɹˈiːd ʌv mˈɛmɚɹi ænd ɪts sˈaɪ, tˈuː fˈɑːɹ ɪn ˈʌɾɚ pˈiːs tə smˈaɪl ɔːɹ wˈiːp.