text_original: Corrupt, grow old, Drop inwardly to ashes, smother Your burning spices, and entoil My senses till you sink a clod of fragrant soil 1 THE DEPTHS OF THE GRASS.
text_transcription: CORRUPT GROW OLD DROP INWARDLY TO ASHES SMOTHER YOUR BURNING SPICES AND UNTOIL MY SENSES TILL YOU SINK A CLOD OF FRAGRANT SOIL THE DEPTH OF THE GRASS
phonemes: kɚɹˈʌpt, ɡɹˈoʊ ˈoʊld, dɹˈɑːp ˈɪnwɚdli tʊ ˈæʃᵻz, smˈʌðɚ jʊɹ bˈɜːnɪŋ spˈaɪsᵻz, ænd ɛntˈɔɪl maɪ sˈɛnsᵻz tˈɪl juː sˈɪŋk ɐ klˈɑːd ʌv fɹˈeɪɡɹənt sˈɔɪl wˈʌn ðə dˈɛpθs ʌvðə ɡɹˈæs.