text_original: Thy sons to day bring each an ache For ancient arts to cool. But, father, lie rather Unhurt and idle near: O hush thee, O hush thee! heart innocent and dear.
text_transcription: THY SONS TO DAY BRING EACH AN ACHE FOR ANCIENT ARTS TO COOL BUT FATHER LIE RATHER UNHURT AND IDLE NEAR O HUSHTY O HUSHTY HARD INNOCENT AND DEAR
phonemes: ðˌaɪ sˈʌnz tə dˈeɪ bɹˈɪŋ ˈiːtʃ ɐn ˈeɪk fɔːɹ ˈeɪntʃənt ˈɑːɹts tə kˈuːl. bˌʌt, fˈɑːðɚ, lˈaɪ ɹˈæðɚɹ ʌnhˈɜːt ænd ˈaɪdəl nˈɪɹ: ˈoʊ hˈʌʃ ðˈiː, ˈoʊ hˈʌʃ ðˈiː! hˈɑːɹt ˈɪnəsənt ænd dˈɪɹ.