text_original: that he knows. I wonder if he cares. Perhaps he does.... O Lord, that House in Stratford! Eros Turannos She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All reasons to refuse him; But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years, Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs Of age, were she to lose him.
text_transcription: ARIST TYRANNUS BY EDWIN ALLINGTON ROBINSON READ FOR LIBERRIBOX DOTWORK BY SONYA ARIST TURRANNUS SHE FEARS HIM AND WILL ALWAYS ASK WHAT FATED HER TO CHOOSE HIM SHE MEETS IN HIS ENGAGING MASK ALL REASONS TO REFUSE HIM BUT WHAT SHE MEETS AND WHAT SHE FEARS ARE LESS THAN ARE THE DOWNWARD YEARS DRAWN SLOWLY TO THE FOAMLESS WEIRS OF AGE WERE SHE TO LOSE HIM
phonemes: ðæt hiː nˈoʊz. aɪ wˈʌndɚ ɪf hiː kˈɛɹz. pɚhˈæps hiː dˈʌz.... ˈoʊ lˈɔːɹd, ðæt hˈaʊs ɪn stɹˈætfɚd! ˈiəɹɑːs tjɚɹˈænoʊz ʃiː fˈɪɹz hˌɪm, ænd wɪl ˈɔːlweɪz ˈæsk wʌt fˈeɪɾᵻd hɜː tə tʃˈuːz hˌɪm; ʃiː mˈiːts ɪn hɪz ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒɪŋ mˈæsk ˈɔːl ɹˈiːzənz tə ɹᵻfjˈuːz hˌɪm; bˌʌt wʌt ʃiː mˈiːts ænd wʌt ʃiː fˈɪɹz ɑːɹ lˈɛs ðɐn ɑːɹ ðə dˈaʊnwɚd jˈɪɹz, dɹˈɔːn slˈoʊli tə ðə fˈoʊmləs wˈɪɹz ʌv ˈeɪdʒ, wɜː ʃiː tə lˈuːz hˌɪm.