text_original: But dreams are tender flowers that in their birth Are very near to death, and I shall reap, Who planted wonder, unavailing earth, Harsh thorns and miserable husks of sleep.
text_transcription: BUT DREAMS ARE TENDER FLOWERS THAT IN THEIR BIRTH ARE VERY NEAR TO DEATH AND I SHALL REAP WHO PLANTED WONDER UNAVAILING EARTH HARSH THORNS AND MISERABLE HUSKS OF SLEEP
phonemes: bˌʌt dɹˈiːmz ɑːɹ tˈɛndɚ flˈaʊɚz ðæt ɪn ðɛɹ bˈɜːθ ɑːɹ vˈɛɹi nˌɪɹ tə dˈɛθ, ænd aɪʃˌɐl ɹˈiːp, hˌuː plˈæntᵻd wˈʌndɚ, ʌnɐvˈeɪlɪŋ ˈɜːθ, hˈɑːɹʃ θˈɔːɹnz ænd mˈɪzɹəbəl hˈʌsks ʌv slˈiːp.