text_original: Sing on, oh birds, and thou, oh moon Bewitch my woods to greet my queen ! Death waits upon my life, and soon I shall be but by having been.
text_transcription: SING ON O BIRDS AND THOU O MOON BEWITCH MY WOODS TO GREET MY QUEEN DEATH WAITS UPON MY LIFE AND SOON I SHALL BE BUT BY HAVING BEEN
phonemes: sˈɪŋ ˈɔn, ˈoʊ bˈɜːdz, ænd ðˈaʊ, ˈoʊ mˈuːn bᵻwˈɪtʃ maɪ wˈʊdz tə ɡɹˈiːt maɪ kwˈiːn ! dˈɛθ wˈeɪts əpˌɑːn maɪ lˈaɪf, ænd sˈuːn aɪʃˌɐl biː bˌʌt baɪ hˈævɪŋ bˌɪn.