text_original: Hence is her prattling daughter, Echo, born, That dances to all voices she can hear : There is no sound so harsh that she doth scorn, Nor any time wherein. she will forbear The airy pavement with her feet to wear: And yet her hearing sense is nothing quick.
text_transcription: HENCE IS HER PRATTLING DAUGHTER ECHO BORN THAT DANCES TO ALL VOICES SHE CAN HEAR THERE IS NO SOUND SO HARSH THAT SHE DOTH SCORN NOR ANY TIME WHEREIN SHE WILL FORBEAR THE AIRY PAVEMENT WITH HER FEET TO WEAR AND YET HER HEARING SENSE IS NOTHING QUICK
phonemes: hˈɛns ɪz hɜː pɹˈæɾəlɪŋ dˈɔːɾɚ, ˈɛkoʊ, bˈɔːɹn, ðæt dˈænsᵻz tʊ ˈɔːl vˈɔɪsᵻz ʃiː kæn hˈɪɹ : ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd sˌoʊ hˈɑːɹʃ ðæt ʃiː dʌθ skˈɔːɹn, nˈɔːɹ ˌɛni tˈaɪm wˈɛɹɪn. ʃiː wɪl fˈɔːɹbɛɹ ðɪ ˈɛɹi pˈeɪvmənt wɪð hɜː fˈiːt tə wˈɛɹ: ænd jˈɛt hɜː hˈɪɹɪŋ sˈɛns ɪz nˈʌθɪŋ kwˈɪk.