text_original: Lo! now the roses are budded for blossom— Lo! now the Summer is risen again. Why dost thou bud not, O Love of my bosom? Why dost thou rise not, and thrill me as then?
text_transcription: LO NOW THE ROSES ARE BUDDED FOR BLOSSOM LO NOW THE SUMMER IS RISEN AGAIN WHY DOST THOU BUD NOT A LOVE OF MY BOSOM WHY DOST THOU RISE NOT AND THRILL ME AS THEN
phonemes: lˈoʊ! nˈaʊ ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɑːɹ bˈʌdᵻd fɔːɹ blˈɔsəm— lˈoʊ! nˈaʊ ðə sˈʌmɚɹ ɪz ɹˈɪzən ɐɡˈɛn. wˌaɪ dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ bˈʌd nˈɑːt, ˈoʊ lˈʌv ʌv maɪ bˈʊzəm? wˌaɪ dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ ɹˈaɪz nˈɑːt, ænd θɹˈɪl mˌiː æz ðˈɛn?