text_original: it well may be That these sad eyes were made to weep, To find what others find in sleep Within a teardrop's brilliancy, And it may be these pools of fire That earth and sea and heaven guard, Shall prove my ultimate reward The jewels that surpass desire.
text_transcription: IT WELL MAY BE THAT THESE SAD EYES WERE MADE TO WEEP TO FIND WHAT OTHERS FIND IN SLEEP WITHIN THE TEAR DROPS BRILLIANCY AND IT MAY BE THESE POOLS OF FIRE THAT EARTH AND SEA AND HEAVEN GUARD SHALL PROVE MY ULTIMATE REWARD THE JEWELS THAT SURPASS DESIRE
phonemes: ɪt wˈɛl mˈeɪ biː ðæt ðiːz sˈæd ˈaɪz wɜː mˌeɪd tə wˈiːp, tə fˈaɪnd wʌt ˈʌðɚz fˈaɪnd ɪn slˈiːp wɪðˌɪn ɐ tˈɪɹdɹɑːps bɹˈɪliənsi, ænd ɪt mˈeɪ biː ðiːz pˈuːlz ʌv fˈaɪɚ ðæt ˈɜːθ ænd sˈiː ænd hˈɛvən ɡˈɑːɹd, ʃˌæl pɹˈuːv maɪ ˈʌltᵻmət ɹᵻwˈɔːɹd ðə dʒˈuːəlz ðæt sɚpˈæs dɪzˈaɪɚ.