text_original: And I shall feel your passion of hot breath Strike on my lidded eyes, and fill my hair With rumour of short nights, when summoned Death Came not to cool the scorched and withered air ; But sleep betrayed her lover for a rhyme That droned incessant on the lips of Time.
text_transcription: AND I SHALL FEEL YOUR PASSION OF HOT BREATH STRIKE ON MY LIDID EYES AND FILL MY HAIR WITH RUMOUR OF SHORT NIGHTS WHEN SUMMONED DEATH CAME NOT TO COOL THE SCORCHED AND WITHERED AIR BUT SLEEP BETRAYED HER LOVER FOR A RHYME THAT DRONED INCESSANT ON THE LIPS OF TIME
phonemes: ænd aɪʃˌɐl fˈiːl jʊɹ pˈæʃən ʌv hˈɑːt bɹˈɛθ stɹˈaɪk ˌɔn maɪ lˈɪdᵻd ˈaɪz, ænd fˈɪl maɪ hˈɛɹ wɪð ɹˈuːmɚɹ ʌv ʃˈɔːɹt nˈaɪts, wˌɛn sˈʌmənd dˈɛθ kˈeɪm nˌɑːt tə kˈuːl ðə skˈɔːɹtʃt ænd wˈɪðɚd ˈɛɹ ; bˌʌt slˈiːp bᵻtɹˈeɪd hɜː lˈʌvɚ fɚɹɚ ɹˈaɪm ðæt dɹˈoʊnd ɪnsˈɛsənt ɔnðə lˈɪps ʌv tˈaɪm.