text_original: Ah me, a girl to be dead, and miss That high and away, that clang of pain, The way Love trebles his sweets again, And then feels it vain, Jarjarral and keeps to the mocking strain!
text_transcription: AH ME A GIRL TO BE DEAD AND MIST THAT HIGHENED AWAY THAT CLANG OF PAIN THE WAY LOVE TREBLES HIS SWEETS AGAIN AND THEN FEELS IT VAIN JAR JALA AND KEEPS TO THE MOCKING STRAIN
phonemes: ˈɑː mˌiː, ɐ ɡˈɜːl təbi dˈɛd, ænd mˈɪs ðæt hˈaɪ ænd ɐwˈeɪ, ðæt klˈæŋ ʌv pˈeɪn, ðə wˈeɪ lˈʌv tɹˈɛbəlz hɪz swˈiːts ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ðˈɛn fˈiːlz ɪt vˈeɪn, dʒˈɑːɹdʒæɹəl ænd kˈiːps tə ðə mˈɑːkɪŋ stɹˈeɪn!