text_original: Smitten by lightning from a summer sky, Or bearing in its heart a slow decay, What matter, since inexorable fate Is pitiless to slay.
text_transcription: SMITTEN BY LIGHTNING FROM A SUMMER SKY OR BEARING IN ITS HEART A SLOW DECAY WHAT MATTER SINCE INEXORABLE FATE IS PITILESS TO SLAY
phonemes: smˈɪʔn̩ baɪ lˈaɪtnɪŋ fɹʌm ɐ sˈʌmɚ skˈaɪ, ɔːɹ bˈɛɹɪŋ ɪn ɪts hˈɑːɹt ɐ slˈoʊ dᵻkˈeɪ, wˌʌt mˈæɾɚ, sˈɪns ɪnˈɛksɚɹəbəl fˈeɪt ɪz pˈɪɾiləs tə slˈeɪ.