text_original: Ah, wayward soul, hedged in and clothed about, Doth not thy life's lost hope lift up its head, And, dwarfing present joys, proclaim aloud,   "Look on me, I am dead!"
text_transcription: OUR WAYWARD SOUL HEDGED IN AND CLOSED ABOUT DOTH NOT THY LIFE'S LOST HOPE LIFT UP ITS HEAD AND DWARF IN PRESENT JOYS PROCLAIM ALOUD LOOK ON ME I AM DEAD
phonemes: ˈɑː, wˈeɪwɚd sˈoʊl, hˈɛdʒd ɪn ænd klˈoʊðd ɐbˈaʊt, dʌθ nˌɑːt ðˌaɪ lˈaɪfz lˈɔst hˈoʊp lˈɪft ˌʌp ɪts hˈɛd, ænd, dwˈɔːɹfɪŋ pɹˈɛzənt dʒˈɔɪz, pɹəklˈeɪm ɐlˈaʊd,   "lˈʊk ˈɔn mˌiː, aɪɐm dˈɛd!"