text_original: Whether I bide with thee in cot or palace, I would drink deeply. Life, of thy great chalice, Even to its bitter lees — Yea, shrinking not from these, Since out of bitterness come strength and solace And wisdom is not won in slumberous ease.
text_transcription: WHETHER I BIDE WITH THEE IN COT OR PALACE I WOULD DRINK DEEPLY LIFE OF THY GREAT JALINESS EVEN TO ITS BITTER LEES YEA SHRINKING NOT FROM THESE SINCE OUT OF BITTERNESS COME STRENGTH AND SOLACE AND WISDOM IS NOT ONE IN SLUMBEROUS EASE
phonemes: wˈɛðɚɹ aɪ bˈaɪd wɪð ðiː ɪn kˈɑːt ɔːɹ pˈælɪs, aɪ wʊd dɹˈɪŋk dˈiːpli. lˈaɪf, ʌv ðˌaɪ ɡɹˈeɪt tʃˈælɪs, ˈiːvən tʊ ɪts bˈɪɾɚ lˈiːz — jˈeɪ, ʃɹˈɪŋkɪŋ nˌɑːt fɹʌm ðˈiːz, sˈɪns ˌaʊɾəv bˈɪtɚnəs kˈʌm stɹˈɛŋθ ænd sˈɑːlɪs ænd wˈɪzdəm ɪz nˌɑːt wˈʌn ɪn slˈʌmbɚɹəs ˈiːz.