text_original: REQUIESCAT He had the poet's eyes,   Sing to him sleeping,   Sweet grace of low replies,   Why are we weeping? He had the gentle ways,   Fair dreams befall him!   Beauty through all his days,   Then why recall him?
text_transcription: CRIQUIESCAT HE HAD THE POET'S EYES SING TO HIM SLEEPING SWEET GRACE OF LOW REPLIES WHY ARE WE WEEPING HE HAD THE GENTLE WAYS FAIR DREAMS BEFALL HIM BEAUTY THROUGH ALL HIS DAYS THEN WHY RECALL HIM
phonemes: ɹˌɛkwiːˈɛskæt hiː hæd ðə pˈoʊɪts ˈaɪz,   sˈɪŋ tə hˌɪm slˈiːpɪŋ,   swˈiːt ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv lˈoʊ ɹᵻplˈaɪz,   wˌaɪ ɑːɹ wiː wˈiːpɪŋ? hiː hæd ðə dʒˈɛntəl wˈeɪz,   fˈɛɹ dɹˈiːmz bᵻfˈɔːl hˌɪm!   bjˈuːɾi θɹuː ˈɔːl hɪz dˈeɪz,   ðˈɛn wˌaɪ ɹˈiːkɔːl hˌɪm?