text_original: Kind dove wing'd Peace, for whose green olive crown The noblest kings would give their diadems, Mother who hast ruled our home so long, How suddenly art thou fled!
text_transcription: KIND DOVE WINGED PEACE FOR WHOSE GREEN OLIVE CROWN THE NOBLEST KINGS WOULD GIVE THEIR DIADEMS MOTHER WHO HAS RULED OUR SO LONG HOW SUDDENLY ART THOU FLED
phonemes: kˈaɪnd dˈʌv wˈɪŋd pˈiːs, fɔːɹ hˌuːz ɡɹˈiːn ˈɑːlɪv kɹˈaʊn ðə nˈoʊbəlɪst kˈɪŋz wʊd ɡˈɪv ðɛɹ dˈaɪədəmz, mˈʌðɚ hˌuː hˈeɪst ɹˈuːld ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊm sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ, hˌaʊ sˈʌdənli ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ flˈɛd!