text_original: _ Is heaven like earth on a nobler plan, As in dreams we image it, hopefully, Or does the Spirit forget the Man? _Timor mortis conturbat me.
text_transcription: IS HEAVEN LIKE EARTH ON A NOBLER PLAN AS IN DREAMS WE IMAGINE IT HOPEFULLY OR DOES THE SPIRIT FORGET THE MAN TIMO MOTIS CONTOR BUT ME
phonemes: ɪz hˈɛvən lˈaɪk ˈɜːθ ˌɔn ɐ nˈoʊblɚ plˈæn, æz ɪn dɹˈiːmz wiː ˈɪmɪdʒ ɪt, hˈoʊpfəli, ɔːɹ dˈʌz ðə spˈɪɹɪt fɚɡˈɛt ðə mˈæn? tˈiːmɔːɹ mˈɔːɹɾiz kəntˈɜːbæt mˌiː.