text_original: III Brief be your sleep, for I would see Your laurels  ah, how trivial now To him must earthly laurel be Who wears the amaranth on his brow! How vain the voices of mortality!
text_transcription: THREE BREATHE BE YOUR SLEEP FOR I WOULD SEE YOUR LAURELS AH HOW TRIVIAL NOW TO HIM MUST EARTHLY LAUREL BE WHO WEARS THE AMORYNTH ON HIS BROW HOW VAIN THE VOICE IS OF MORTALITY
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː bɹˈiːf biː jʊɹ slˈiːp, fɔːɹ aɪ wʊd sˈiː jʊɹ lˈɔːɹəlz ˈɑː, hˌaʊ tɹˈɪvɪəl nˈaʊ tə hˌɪm mˈʌst ˈɜːθli lˈɔːɹəl biː hˌuː wˈɛɹz ðɪ ˈæmɚɹˌænθ ˌɔn hɪz bɹˈaʊ! hˌaʊ vˈeɪn ðə vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌv mɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi!