text_original: "Come, with your dreariest truth shut out The fears that haunt me round about; O God! I cannot bear this doubt That stifles breath. The worst is better than the dread; Give me but leave to mourn my dead Asleep in trust and hope, instead Of life in death!"
text_transcription: COME WITH YOUR DREARIEST TRUTH SHUT OUT THE FEARS THAT HAUNT ME ROUND ABOUT O GOD I CANNOT BEAR THIS DOUBT THAT STIFLES BREATH THE WORST IS BETTER THAN THE DREAD GIVE ME BUT LEAVE TO MOURN MY DEAD ASLEEP IN TRUST AND HOPE INSTEAD OF LIFE IN DEATH
phonemes: "kˈʌm, wɪð jʊɹ dɹˈɪɹiɪst tɹˈuːθ ʃˈʌt ˈaʊt ðə fˈɪɹz ðæt hˈɔːnt mˌiː ɹˈaʊnd ɐbˈaʊt; ˈoʊ ɡˈɑːd! aɪ kænˈɑːt bˈɛɹ ðɪs dˈaʊt ðæt stˈaɪfəlz bɹˈɛθ. ðə wˈɜːst ɪz bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn ðə dɹˈɛd; ɡˈɪv mˌiː bˌʌt lˈiːv tə mˈɔːɹn maɪ dˈɛd ɐslˈiːp ɪn tɹˈʌst ænd hˈoʊp, ɪnstˈɛd ʌv lˈaɪf ɪn dˈɛθ!"