text_original: This laurel leaf I cast upon thy bier; Let worthier hands than these thy wreath entwine; Upon thy hearse I shed no useless tear,   For us weep rather thou in calm divine.
text_transcription: THIS LAUREL LEAVE I CAST UPON THY BEARD LET WORTHIER HANDS THAN THESE THY WREATH ENTWINE UPON THY HEARSE I SHED NO USELESS CHEER FOR US WE BROTHER THOU IN CALM DIVINE
phonemes: ðɪs lˈɔːɹəl lˈiːf aɪ kˈæst əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ bˈɪɹ; lˈɛt wˈɜːðiɚ hˈændz ðɐn ðiːz ðˌaɪ ɹˈiːθ ɛntwˈaɪn; əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ hˈɜːs aɪ ʃˈɛd nˈoʊ jˈuːsləs tˈɪɹ,   fɔːɹ ˌʌs wˈiːp ɹˈæðɚ ðˈaʊ ɪn kˈɑːm dᵻvˈaɪn.