text_original: And forth she came with her young limbs and cool, Her eyes more clear than any windless pool, To dance across the day time, Crown weary life with garlands of her play time, And set a bud betwixt the lips of Death That sweet might be his breath.
text_transcription: AND FORTH SHE CAME WITH HER YOUNG LIMBS IN COOL HER EYES MORE CLEAR THAN ANY WINDLESS POOL TO DANCE ACROSS THE DAYTIME CROWN WEARY LIFE WITH GARLANDS OF HER PLAY TIME AND SET A BUD BETWIXT THE LIPS OF DEATH THAT SWEET MIGHT BE HIS BREATH
phonemes: ænd fˈɔːɹθ ʃiː kˈeɪm wɪð hɜː jˈʌŋ lˈɪmz ænd kˈuːl, hɜːɹ ˈaɪz mˈɔːɹ klˈɪɹ ðɐn ˌɛni wˈɪndləs pˈuːl, tə dˈæns əkɹˌɑːs ðə dˈeɪ tˈaɪm, kɹˈaʊn wˈɪɹi lˈaɪf wɪð ɡˈɑːɹləndz ʌv hɜː plˈeɪ tˈaɪm, ænd sˈɛt ɐ bˈʌd bᵻtwˈɪkst ðə lˈɪps ʌv dˈɛθ ðæt swˈiːt mˌaɪt biː hɪz bɹˈɛθ.