text_original: It swarms within my garden gate ; My deepest well it drinketh dry. It doth not rest ; it doth not wait ; By night arid day it sweepeth by; Ceaseless it inarches by my door ; It heeds me not, though I implore. I know not whence it comes, nor where It goes. For me it doth not care — Whether I starve, or eat, or sleep, Or live, or die, or sing, or weep.
text_transcription: IT SWARMS WITHIN MY GARDEN GATE MY DEEPEST WELL IT DRINKETH DRY IT DOTH NOT REST IT DOTH NOT WAIT BY NIGHT AND DAY IT SWEEPETH BY CEASELESS IT MARCHES BY MY DOOR IT HEEDS ME NOT THOUGH I IMPLORE I KNOW NOT WHENCE IT COMES NOR WHERE IT GOES FOR ME IT DOTH NOT CARE WHETHER I STARVE OR EAT OR SLEEP OR LIVE OR DIE OR SING OR WEEP
phonemes: ɪt swˈɔːɹmz wɪðˌɪn maɪ ɡˈɑːɹdən ɡˈeɪt ; maɪ dˈiːpɪst wˈɛl ɪt dɹˈɪŋkəθ dɹˈaɪ. ɪt dʌθ nˌɑːt ɹˈɛst ; ɪt dʌθ nˌɑːt wˈeɪt ; baɪ nˈaɪt ˈæɹɪd dˈeɪ ɪt swˈiːpəθ bˈaɪ; sˈiːsləs ɪɾ ɪnˈɑːɹtʃᵻz baɪ maɪ dˈɔːɹ ; ɪt hˈiːdz mˌiː nˈɑːt, ðˌoʊ aɪ ɪmplˈɔːɹ. aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt wˈɛns ɪt kˈʌmz, nˈɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ɪt ɡˈoʊz. fɔːɹ mˌiː ɪt dʌθ nˌɑːt kˈɛɹ — wˈɛðɚɹ aɪ stˈɑːɹv, ɔːɹ ˈiːt, ɔːɹ slˈiːp, ɔːɹ lˈaɪv, ɔːɹ dˈaɪ, ɔːɹ sˈɪŋ, ɔːɹ wˈiːp.