text_original: What good comes of toiling, When all's done? Frail green sprays for spoiling Of the sun; Laurel leaf or myrtle, Love or fame   Ah, what odds what spray, sweet? Time, that makes life fertile, Makes its blooms decay, sweet, As they came.
text_transcription: WHAT GOOD COMES OF TOILING WHEN ALL'S DONE FRAIL GREEN SPRAYS FOR SPOILING OF THE SUN LAUREL LEAF OR MYRTLE LOVE OR FAME AH WHAT ODDS WHAT SPRAY SWEET TIME THAT MAKES LIFE FERTILE MAKES ITS BLOOMS DECAY SWEET AS THEY CAME
phonemes: wˌʌt ɡˈʊd kˈʌmz ʌv tˈɔɪlɪŋ, wˌɛn ˈɔːlz dˈʌn? fɹˈeɪl ɡɹˈiːn spɹˈeɪz fɔːɹ spˈɔɪlɪŋ ʌvðə sˈʌn; lˈɔːɹəl lˈiːf ɔːɹ mˈɜːɾəl, lˈʌv ɔːɹ fˈeɪm ˈɑː, wˌʌt ˈɑːdz wʌt spɹˈeɪ, swˈiːt? tˈaɪm, ðæt mˌeɪks lˈaɪf fˈɜːɾəl, mˌeɪks ɪts blˈuːmz dᵻkˈeɪ, swˈiːt, æz ðeɪ kˈeɪm.