text_original: Mourn ye your brothers slain, That now afar From hush and dews and star Man barters for his gain^ 58 BENEJ'TH "THE REDWOODS Mourn them with all your boughs, For I must mourn, In seasons yet unborn. The cares that they will house.
text_transcription: MOURN YE YOUR BROTHERS SLAIN THAT NOW AFAR FROM HUSH AND DEWS AND STAR MAN BARTERS FOR HIS SKEIN MOURN THEM WITH ALL YOUR BOWS FOR I MUST MOURN IN SEASONS YET UNBORN THE CARES THAT THEY WILL HOUSE
phonemes: mˈɔːɹn jiː jʊɹ bɹˈʌðɚz slˈeɪn, ðæt nˈaʊ ɐfˈɑːɹ fɹʌm hˈʌʃ ænd dˈuːz ænd stˈɑːɹ mˈæn bˈɑːɹɾɚz fɔːɹ hɪz ɡˈeɪn fˈɪfti ˈeɪt bˈɛnɪdʒθ "ðə ɹˈɛdwʊdz mˈɔːɹn ðˌɛm wɪð ˈɔːl jʊɹ bˈaʊz, fɔːɹ aɪ mˈʌst mˈɔːɹn, ɪn sˈiːzənz jˈɛt ʌnbˈɔːɹn. ðə kˈɛɹz ðæt ðeɪ wɪl hˈaʊz.