text_original: Wilt thou the quiet comfort have? Thine be it, daily, to the grave! The courage, shining down from one Whose answering eyes put out the sun?
text_transcription: WILT THOU THE QUIET COMFORT HAVE THINE BE IT DAILY TO THE GRAVE THE COURAGE SHINING DOWN FROM ONE WHOSE ANSWERING EYES PUT OUT THE SUN
phonemes: wˈɪlt ðˈaʊ ðə kwˈaɪət kˈʌmfɚt hˈæv? ðaɪn biː ɪt, dˈeɪli, tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv! ðə kˈɜːɹɪdʒ, ʃˈaɪnɪŋ dˌaʊn fɹʌm wˈʌn hˌuːz ˈænsɚɹɪŋ ˈaɪz pˌʊt ˈaʊt ðə sˈʌn?