text_original: I do not come to weep above thy pall, And mourn the dying out of noble powers; The poet's clearer eye should see, in all Earth's seeming woe, the seed of Heaven's flowers.
text_transcription: I DO NOT COME TO WEEP ABOVE THY PALL AND MOURN THE DYING OUT OF NOBLE POWERS THE POET'S CLEARER EYE SHOULD SEE IN ALL EARTH'S SEEMING WOE THE SEED OF HEAVEN'S FLOWERS
phonemes: aɪ duːnˌɑːt kˈʌm tə wˈiːp əbˌʌv ðˌaɪ pˈɔːl, ænd mˈɔːɹn ðə dˈaɪɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv nˈoʊbəl pˈaʊɚz; ðə pˈoʊɪts klˈɪɹɚɹ ˈaɪ ʃˌʊd sˈiː, ɪn ˈɔːl ˈɜːθz sˈiːmɪŋ wˈoʊ, ðə sˈiːd ʌv hˈɛvənz flˈaʊɚz.