text_original: lUnresting wings, Too strong for Time, too frail for timeless things ! Whence all thy thirst for God, thy piteous lust For life to be when matter's chain shall rust? What pact hast thou with the undying kings, Silence and Death?
text_transcription: UNRESTING WINGS TOO STRONG FOR TIME TOO FRAIL FOR TIMELESS THINGS WHENCE ALL THY THIRST FOR GOD THY PITEOUS LUST FOR LIFE TO BE WHEN MATTERS CHANGE SHALL REST WHAT PECKED HAST THOU WITH THE UNDYING KINGS SILENCE AND DEATH
phonemes: ˈɛl ʌnɹˈɛstɪŋ wˈɪŋz, tˈuː stɹˈɔŋ fɔːɹ tˈaɪm, tˈuː fɹˈeɪl fɔːɹ tˈaɪmləs θˈɪŋz ! wˈɛns ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ θˈɜːst fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːd, ðˌaɪ pˈɪɾiəs lˈʌst fɔːɹ lˈaɪf təbi wɛn mˈæɾɚz tʃˈeɪn ʃˌæl ɹˈʌst? wˌʌt pˈækt hˈeɪst ðˈaʊ wɪððɪ ʌndˈaɪɪŋ kˈɪŋz, sˈaɪləns ænd dˈɛθ?