text_original: The winds not better love to pilot A cloud with molten gold o'errun, Than him, a little burning islet, A star above the coming sun.
text_transcription: THE WIND'S NOT BETTER LOVE TO PILOT A CLOUD WITH MOLTEN GOLD OVERRUN THAN HIM A LITTLE BURNING ISLET A STAR ABOVE THE COMING SUN
phonemes: ðə wˈɪndz nˌɑːt bˈɛɾɚ lˈʌv tə pˈaɪlət ɐ klˈaʊd wɪð mˈoʊltən ɡˈoʊld ˈɔːɹʌn, ðɐn hˌɪm, ɐ lˈɪɾəl bˈɜːnɪŋ ˈaɪlɪt, ɐ stˈɑːɹ əbˌʌv ðə kˈʌmɪŋ sˈʌn.