text_original: Now go, my dearest. When they wake thee up, To tell thee I am dead, be not too sad. I, who have died once, do not fear to die. Sweet was that waking, sweeter will be this.
text_transcription: NOW GO MY DEAREST WHEN THEY WAKE THEE UP TO TELL THEE I AM DEAD BE NOT TOO SAD I WHO HAVE DIED ONCE DO NOT FEAR TO DIE SWEET WAS THAT WAKING SWEETER WILL BE THIS
phonemes: nˈaʊ ɡˈoʊ, maɪ dˈɪɹɪst. wˌɛn ðeɪ wˈeɪk ðiː ˈʌp, tə tˈɛl ðiː aɪɐm dˈɛd, biː nˌɑːt tˈuː sˈæd. ˈaɪ, hˌuː hæv dˈaɪd wˈʌns, duːnˌɑːt fˈɪɹ tə dˈaɪ. swˈiːt wʌz ðæt wˈeɪkɪŋ, swˈiːɾɚ wɪl biː ðˈɪs.