text_original: Late, when the year and the roses were lying Low with the ruins of Summer and bloom, Down in the dust fell a love that was dying, And the snow piled over it, and made it a tomb.
text_transcription: LATE WHEN THE YEAR AND THE ROSES WERE LYING LOW WITH THE RUINS OF SUMMER AND BLOOM DOWN IN THE DUST FELL A LOVE THAT WAS DYING AND THE SNOW PILED OVER IT AND MADE IT A TOMB
phonemes: lˈeɪt, wˌɛn ðə jˈɪɹ ænd ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz wɜː lˈaɪɪŋ lˈoʊ wɪððə ɹˈuːɪnz ʌv sˈʌmɚ ænd blˈuːm, dˌaʊn ɪnðə dˈʌst fˈɛl ɐ lˈʌv ðæt wʌz dˈaɪɪŋ, ænd ðə snˈoʊ pˈaɪld ˈoʊvɚɹ ɪt, ænd mˌeɪd ɪɾ ɐ tˈuːm.