text_original: XVI I bathe in thy two eyes my soul entire, As tho' in purest water it were laid, And in their sanctities I quench its fire That tempered and more keen it may be made.
text_transcription: RE I BATHE IN THY TWO EYES MY SOUL ENTIRE AS THOUGH IN PUREST WATER IT WERE LAID AND IN THEIR SANCTITIES I QUENCH ITS FIRE THAT TEMPERED AND MORE KEEN IT MAY BE MADE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən sˈɪkstiːn aɪ bˈeɪð ɪn ðˌaɪ tˈuː ˈaɪz maɪ sˈoʊl ɛntˈaɪɚ, æz ðˈoʊ ɪn pjˈʊɹɹɪst wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪt wɜː lˈeɪd, ænd ɪn ðɛɹ sˈæŋktᵻɾiz aɪ kwˈɛntʃ ɪts fˈaɪɚ ðæt tˈɛmpɚd ænd mˈɔːɹ kˈiːn ɪt mˈeɪ biː mˈeɪd.