text_original: What moan, what cry, what clamour shall it make, Seeing as a reed breaks all thine empire break, And all thy great strength as a rotten tree, Whose branches made broad night from sea to sea, And the world shuddered when a leaf would shake?
text_transcription: WHAT MOAN WHAT CRY WHAT CLAMOR SHALL IT MAKE SEEING AS THE REED BREAKS ALL THINE EMPIRE BREAK AND ALL THY GREAT STRENGTH AS A ROTTEN TREE WHOSE BRANCHES MAKE BROAD NIGHT FROM SEA TO SEA AND THE WORLD SHUDDERED WHEN A LEAF WOULD SHAKE
phonemes: wˌʌt mˈoʊn, wˌʌt kɹˈaɪ, wˌʌt klˈæmɚ ʃˌæl ɪt mˈeɪk, sˈiːɪŋ æz ɐ ɹˈiːd bɹˈeɪks ˈɔːl ðaɪn ˈɛmpaɪɚ bɹˈeɪk, ænd ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ ɡɹˈeɪt stɹˈɛŋθ æz ɐ ɹˈɑːʔn̩ tɹˈiː, hˌuːz bɹˈæntʃᵻz mˌeɪd bɹˈɔːd nˈaɪt fɹʌm sˈiː tə sˈiː, ænd ðə wˈɜːld ʃˈʌdɚd wɛn ɐ lˈiːf wʊd ʃˈeɪk?