text_original: * * * * * Even so, in peace, comes that great Lord of rest Who crowneth men with amaranthine flowers; Who telleth them the truths they have but guessed, Who giveth them the things they love the best, Beyond this restless, rocking world of ours.
text_transcription: EVEN SO IN PEACE COMES THAT GREAT LORD OF REST WHO CROWNETH MEN WITH AMORANTHEIN FLOWERS WHO TELLETH THEM THE TRUTH THEY HAVE BUT GUESSED WHO GIVETH THEM THE THINGS THEY LOVE THE BEST BEYOND THIS RESTLESS ROCKING WORLD OF OURS
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈiːvən sˈoʊ, ɪn pˈiːs, kˈʌmz ðæt ɡɹˈeɪt lˈɔːɹd ʌv ɹˈɛst hˌuː kɹˈaʊnəθ mˈɛn wɪð ˈæmɚɹˌænθaɪn flˈaʊɚz; hˌuː tˈɛləθ ðˌɛm ðə tɹˈuːθs ðeɪ hæv bˌʌt ɡˈɛst, hˌuː ɡˈɪvəθ ðˌɛm ðə θˈɪŋz ðeɪ lˈʌv ðə bˈɛst, bᵻjˌɔnd ðɪs ɹˈɛstləs, ɹˈɑːkɪŋ wˈɜːld ʌv aʊɚz.