text_original: Yes, the sweet Gardener hath borne her hence, Nor must thou ask to take her thence away; Thou shalt behold her, in some coming hour, Full blossomed in his fields of cloudless day.
text_transcription: YES THE SWEET GARDENER HATH BORNE HER HANDS NOR MUST THOU ASK TO TAKE HER THENCE AWAY THOU SHALT BEHOLD HER IN SOME COMING HOUR FULL BLOSSOMED IN HIS FIELDS OF CLOUDLESS DAY
phonemes: jˈɛs, ðə swˈiːt ɡˈɑːɹdənɚ hæθ bˈɔːɹn hɜː hˈɛns, nˈɔːɹ mˈʌst ðˈaʊ ˈæsk tə tˈeɪk hɜː ðˈɛns ɐwˈeɪ; ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt bᵻhˈoʊld hɜː, ɪn sˌʌm kˈʌmɪŋ ˈaʊɚ, fˈʊl blˈɔsəmd ɪn hɪz fˈiːldz ʌv klˈaʊdləs dˈeɪ.