text_original: Yet would I not call down an envious doom On any of the future's sunny days; 'Twere ill in me to tempt the Fates, I trow; But, rather, as one pleading, kneels and prays:   "Stay but thy hand, O Time!
text_transcription: YET WOULD I NOT CALL DOWN AN ENVIOUS DOOM ON ANY OF THE FUTURE'S SUNNY DAYS TWERE ILL IN ME TO TEMPT THE FATES I TROW BUT RATHER AS ONE PLEADING KNEELS AND PRAYS STAY BUT THY HAND O TIME
phonemes: jˈɛt wʊd aɪ nˌɑːt kˈɔːl dˌaʊn ɐn ˈɛnviəs dˈuːm ˌɔn ˌɛni ʌvðə fjˈuːtʃɚz sˈʌni dˈeɪz; twˈɪɹ ˈɪl ɪn mˌiː tə tˈɛmpt ðə fˈeɪts, aɪ tɹˈoʊ; bˌʌt, ɹˈæðɚ, æz wˈʌn plˈiːdɪŋ, nˈiːlz ænd pɹˈeɪz:   "stˈeɪ bˌʌt ðˌaɪ hˈænd, ˈoʊ tˈaɪm!