text_original: Mazing around my mind like moths at a shaded candle, In my heart like lost bats in a cave fluttering, Mock ye the charm whereby I thought reverently to lay you, When to the wall I nail'd your reticent effigys?
text_transcription: MAZING AROUND MY MIND LIKE MOSS AT A SHADED CANDLE IN MY HEART LIKE LOST PETS IN A CAVE FLUTTERING MOCK YEAR THE CHARM WHEREBY I THOUGHT REVERENTLY TO LAY YOU WHEN TO THE WALL I NAILED YOUR RETICENT EFFIGIES
phonemes: mˈeɪzɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd maɪ mˈaɪnd lˈaɪk mˈɑːθs æɾə ʃˈeɪdᵻd kˈændəl, ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt lˈaɪk lˈɔst bˈæts ɪn ɐ kˈeɪv flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ, mˈɑːk jiː ðə tʃˈɑːɹm wˈɛɹbaɪ aɪ θˈɔːt ɹˈɛvɚɹəntli tə lˈeɪ juː, wˌɛn tə ðə wˈɔːl aɪ nˈeɪld jʊɹ ɹˈɛɾɪsənt ˈɛfɪdʒiz?