text_original: _Galla_ alone, with wonder we behold, Maintain her Spring, and still out brave the Cold; Her constant white does not to Frost give place, Nor fresh Vermillion fade upon her face: Sure Divine beauty in this Dame does shine? Not Humane, one reply'd, yet not Divine.
text_transcription: GALLA ALONE WITH WONDER WE BEHOLD MAINTAIN HER SPRING AND STILL OUTBRAVE THE COLD HER CONSTANT WIGHT DOES NOT TO FROST GIVE PLACE NOR FRESH VERMILION FADE UPON HER FACE SURE DIVINE BEAUTY IN THIS DAME DOES SHINE NOT HUMANE ONE REPLIED YET NOT DIVINE
phonemes: ɡˈælə ɐlˈoʊn, wɪð wˈʌndɚ wiː bᵻhˈoʊld, meɪntˈeɪn hɜː spɹˈɪŋ, ænd stˈɪl ˈaʊt bɹˈeɪv ðə kˈoʊld; hɜː kˈɑːnstənt wˈaɪt dʌznˌɑːt tə fɹˈɔst ɡˈɪv plˈeɪs, nˈɔːɹ fɹˈɛʃ vɜːmˈɪliən fˈeɪd əpˌɑːn hɜː fˈeɪs: ʃˈʊɹ dᵻvˈaɪn bjˈuːɾi ɪn ðɪs dˈeɪm dˈʌz ʃˈaɪn? nˌɑːt hjuːmˈeɪn, wˈʌn ɹᵻplˈaɪd, jˈɛt nˌɑːt dᵻvˈaɪn.