text_original: *The Sleeping Beauty SO has she lain for centuries unguessed, Her waiting face to waiting heaven turned, While winds have wooed and ardent suns have burned And stars have died to sentinel her rest.
text_transcription: OF A SLEEPING MAIDEN SO HAS SHE LAIN FOR CENTURIES UNGUESSED HER WAITING FACE TO WAITING HEAVEN TURNED WHILE WINDS HAVE WOOD AND ARDENT SUNS HAVE BURNED AND STARS HAVE DIED TO SENTINEL HER REST
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ðə slˈiːpɪŋ bjˈuːɾi sˌoʊ hɐz ʃiː lˈeɪn fɔːɹ sˈɛntʃɚɹiz ˈʌŋɡɛst, hɜː wˈeɪɾɪŋ fˈeɪs tə wˈeɪɾɪŋ hˈɛvən tˈɜːnd, wˌaɪl wˈɪndz hæv wˈuːd ænd ˈɑːɹdənt sˈʌnz hæv bˈɜːnd ænd stˈɑːɹz hæv dˈaɪd tə sˈɛntɪnəl hɜː ɹˈɛst.