text_original: Hut in the quietness of thought; Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
text_transcription: BUT IN THE QUIETNESS OF THOUGHT ME THIS UNCHARTED FREEDOM TIRES I FEEL THE WEIGHT OF CHANCE DESIRES MY HOPES NO MORE MUST CHANGE THEIR NAME I LONG FOR A REPOSE THAT EVER IS THE SAME
phonemes: hˈʌt ɪnðə kwˈaɪətnəs ʌv θˈɔːt; mˌiː ðɪs ʌntʃˈɑːɹɾɚd fɹˈiːdəm tˈaɪɚz; aɪ fˈiːl ðə wˈeɪt ʌv tʃˈæns dɪzˈaɪɚz, maɪ hˈoʊps nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ mˈʌst tʃˈeɪndʒ ðɛɹ nˈeɪm, aɪ lˈɔŋ fɚɹɚ ɹᵻpˈoʊz ðæt ˈɛvɚɹ ɪz ðə sˈeɪm.