text_original: said she. "Praise your works ensure To throw away, and quite obscure "Your beaming and beneficent star? Better you leave things as they are! "Why, think awhile. Had not your zest In your loved craft curtailed your rest— "Had you not gone there ere the day The sun had melted all away!"
text_transcription: SAID SHE PRAISE YOUR WORKS IN SURE TO THROW AWAY IN QUITE OBSCURE YOUR BEAMING AND BENEFICENT STAR BETTER YOU LEAVE THINGS AS THEY ARE WHY THINK A WHILE HAD NOT YOUR ZEST IN YOUR LOVED CRAFT CURTLE YOUR REST HAD YOU NOT GONE THERE ERE THE DAY THE SUN HAD MELTED ALL AWAY
phonemes: sˈɛd ʃiː. "pɹˈeɪz jʊɹ wˈɜːks ɛnʃˈʊɹ tə θɹˈoʊ ɐwˈeɪ, ænd kwˈaɪt əbskjˈʊɹ "jʊɹ bˈiːmɪŋ ænd bˈɛnɪfˌɪsənt stˈɑːɹ? bˈɛɾɚ juː lˈiːv θˈɪŋz æz ðeɪ ɑːɹ! "wˈaɪ, θˈɪŋk ɐwˈaɪl. hæd nˌɑːt jʊɹ zˈɛst ɪn jʊɹ lˈʌvd kɹˈæft kɜːtˈeɪld jʊɹ ɹˈɛst— "hæd juː nˌɑːt ɡɔn ðɛɹ ˈɛɹ ðə dˈeɪ ðə sˈʌn hæd mˈɛltᵻd ˈɔːl ɐwˈeɪ!"