text_original: Or wast it fame for which thy heart didst yearn? Of course thou gotst a name time canst not dim, But seemst to me that all I canst discern In thy foolhardy, stickin  to it whim Is that thou deemed the world hadst boys to burn.
text_transcription: OR WAS IT FAME FOR WHICH THY HEART DIDST YEARN OF COURSE THOU GOTST THE NAME TIME CANST NOT DIM BUT SEEMS TO ME THAT ALL I CANST DISCERN IN THY FOOLHARDY STICKINGTUIT WHIM IS THAT THOU DEEMED THE WORLD HADST BOYS TO BURN
phonemes: ɔːɹ wɑːst ɪt fˈeɪm fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt dˈɪdst jˈɜːn? ʌv kˈɔːɹs ðˈaʊ ɡˈɑːtst ɐ nˈeɪm tˈaɪm kˈænst nˌɑːt dˈɪm, bˌʌt sˈiːmst tə mˌiː ðæt ˈɔːl aɪ kˈænst dɪsˈɜːn ɪn ðˌaɪ fˈuːlhɑːɹdi, stˈɪkɪn tʊ ɪt wˈɪm ɪz ðæt ðˈaʊ dˈiːmd ðə wˈɜːld hˈædst bˈɔɪz tə bˈɜːn.