text_original: Tell me, sweet burly barked man bodied Tree That mine arms in the dark are embracing, dost know From what fount are these tears at thy feet which flow? They rise not from reason, but deeper inconse  quent deeps.
text_transcription: TELL ME SWEET BURLY BARBED MAN BODY TREE THAT MINE ARMS IN THE DARK ARE EMBRACING DOST KNOW FROM WHAT FOUND ARE THESE TEARS AT THY FEET WHICH FLOW THEY RISE NOT FROM REASON BUT DEEPER INCONSEQUENT DEEPS
phonemes: tˈɛl mˌiː, swˈiːt bˈɜːli bˈɑːɹkt mˈæn bˈɑːdid tɹˈiː ðæt mˈaɪn ˈɑːɹmz ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk ɑːɹ ɛmbɹˈeɪsɪŋ, dˈɑːst nˈoʊ fɹʌm wʌt fˈaʊnt ɑːɹ ðiːz tˈɪɹz æt ðˌaɪ fˈiːt wˌɪtʃ flˈoʊ? ðeɪ ɹˈaɪz nˌɑːt fɹʌm ɹˈiːzən, bˌʌt dˈiːpɚɹ ɪŋkˈɑːns kwˈɛnt dˈiːps.