text_original: She does not heed thee, wherefore should she heed, She knows Endymion is not far away; 'Tis I, 'tis I, whose soul is as the reed Which has no message of its own to play, So pipes another's bidding, it is I, Drifting with every wind on the wide sea of misery. Ah!
text_transcription: SHE DOES NOT HEED THEE WHEREFORE SHOULD SHE HEED SHE KNOWS ENDYMION IS NOT FAR AWAY TIS I TIS I WHOSE SOUL IS AS THE REED WHICH HAS NO MESSAGE OF ITS OWN TO PLAY SO PIPES ANOTHER'S BIDDING IT IS I DRIFTING WITH EVERY WIND ON THE WIDE SEA OF MISERY AH
phonemes: ʃiː dʌznˌɑːt hˈiːd ðˈiː, wˈɛɹfɔːɹ ʃˌʊd ʃiː hˈiːd, ʃiː nˈoʊz ɛndˈɪmiən ɪz nˌɑːt fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ; tˈɪz ˈaɪ, tˈɪz ˈaɪ, hˌuːz sˈoʊl ɪz æz ðə ɹˈiːd wˌɪtʃ hɐz nˈoʊ mˈɛsɪdʒ ʌv ɪts ˈoʊn tə plˈeɪ, sˌoʊ pˈaɪps ɐnˈʌðɚz bˈɪdɪŋ, ɪɾ ɪz ˈaɪ, dɹˈɪftɪŋ wɪð ˈɛvɹi wˈɪnd ɔnðə wˈaɪd sˈiː ʌv mˈɪzɚɹi. ˈɑː!