text_original: Seven hours I swiftly sleep, while she Measures the leagues of dark, awake. O that my dewy eyes might be Parched by a vigil for her sake!
text_transcription: SEVEN HOURS I SWIFTLY SLEEP WHILE SHE MEASURES THE LEAGUES OF DARK AWAKE OH THAT MY DEWY EYES MIGHT BE PARCHED BY A VIGIL FOR HER SAKE
phonemes: sˈɛvən ˈaʊɚz aɪ swˈɪftli slˈiːp, wˌaɪl ʃiː mˈɛʒɚz ðə lˈiːɡz ʌv dˈɑːɹk, ɐwˈeɪk. ˈoʊ ðæt maɪ dˈuːi ˈaɪz mˌaɪt biː pˈɑːɹtʃt baɪ ɐ vˈɪdʒɪl fɔːɹ hɜː sˈeɪk!