text_original: Would that thy streams were Lethe, and might flow Where lotus blossoms blow, And all the sweets wherewith thy riches bless Might hold no bitterness!
text_transcription: WOULD THAT THY STREAMS WERE LEATHY AND MIGHT FLOW WHERE LOTUS BLOSSOMS BLOW AND ALL THE SWEETS WHEREWITH THY RICHEST BLESS MIGHT HOLD NO BITTERNESS
phonemes: wʊd ðæt ðˌaɪ stɹˈiːmz wɜː lˈɛð, ænd mˌaɪt flˈoʊ wˌɛɹ lˈoʊɾəs blˈɔsəmz blˈoʊ, ænd ˈɔːl ðə swˈiːts wɛɹwˈɪð ðˌaɪ ɹˈɪtʃᵻz blˈɛs mˌaɪt hˈoʊld nˈoʊ bˈɪtɚnəs!