text_original: Will the rose tree branches, so wholly hidden That never a rose tree seems to be, At the sweet Spring's call come forth unbidden, And bud in beauty, and bloom for me?
text_transcription: WILL THE ROSE TREE BRANCHES SO WHOLLY HIDDEN THAT NEVER A ROSE TREE SEEMS TO BE AT THE SWEET SPRING'S CALL COME FORTH UNBIDDEN AND BUD IN BEAUTY AND BLOOM FOR ME
phonemes: wɪl ðə ɹˈoʊz tɹˈiː bɹˈæntʃᵻz, sˌoʊ hˈoʊli hˈɪdən ðæt nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ ɹˈoʊz tɹˈiː sˈiːmz tə bˈiː, æt ðə swˈiːt spɹˈɪŋz kˈɔːl kˈʌm fˈɔːɹθ ʌnbˈɪdən, ænd bˈʌd ɪn bjˈuːɾi, ænd blˈuːm fɔːɹ mˌiː?