text_original: 47 THE APOTHECARY'S Its red and emerald beacons from the night Draw human moths in melancholy flight, With beams whose gaudy glories point the way To safety or destruction — choose who may!
text_transcription: BY SONYA THE APOTHECARIES ITS RED AND EMERALD BEACONS FROM THE NIGHT DRAW HUMAN MOTH IN MELANCHOLY FLIGHT WITH BEAMS WHOSE GAUDY GLORIES POINT THE WAY TO SAFETY OR DESTRUCTION CHOOSE WHO MAY
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən ðɪ ɐpˈɑːθɪkˌɛɹiz ɪts ɹˈɛd ænd ˈɛmɚɹəld bˈiːkənz fɹʌmðə nˈaɪt dɹˈɔː hjˈuːmən mˈɑːθs ɪn mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli flˈaɪt, wɪð bˈiːmz hˌuːz ɡˈɔːdi ɡlˈɔːɹiz pˈɔɪnt ðə wˈeɪ tə sˈeɪfti ɔːɹ dᵻstɹˈʌkʃən — tʃˈuːz hˌuː mˈeɪ!