text_original: Ah! dust misused! better to feed the flow r, Than grace the revels of an alien hour, When babe or lord wake never to caress The bosom where unerring Death hath struck And milkless breasts that give the ages suck Stilled in the slumber that is nothingness.
text_transcription: AH DUST MISUSED BETTER TO FEED THE FLOWER THAN GRACE THE REVELS OF AN ALIEN HOUR WHEN BABEL LORD WAKE NEVER TO CARESS THE BOSOM WHERE UNERRING DEATH HAS STRUCK AND MILKLESS BREASTS THAT GIVE THE AGES SUCK STILLED IN THE SLUMBER THAT IS NOTHINGNESS
phonemes: ˈɑː! dˈʌst mɪsjˈuːzd! bˈɛɾɚ tə fˈiːd ðə flˈoʊ ˈɑːɹ, ðɐn ɡɹˈeɪs ðə ɹˈɛvəlz əvən ˈeɪliən ˈaʊɚ, wˌɛn bˈeɪb ɔːɹ lˈɔːɹd wˈeɪk nˈɛvɚ tə kɚɹˈɛs ðə bˈʊzəm wˌɛɹ ʌnˈɛɹɪŋ dˈɛθ hæθ stɹˈʌk ænd mˈɪlkləs bɹˈɛsts ðæt ɡˈɪv ðɪ ˈeɪdʒᵻz sˈʌk stˈɪld ɪnðə slˈʌmbɚ ðæt ɪz nˈʌθɪŋnəs.