text_original: But the rose face paled by time and pain, No new springs know, like the flower she wears, The Lady Cecile. Why does she set the fresh white rose So faithfully over her silent breast?
text_transcription: BUT THE ROSE FACE PALED BY TIME AND PAIN NO NEW SPRINGS KNOW LIKE THE FLOWERS SHE WEARS THE LADY CECIL WHY DOES SHE SET THE FRESH WHITE ROSE SO FAITHFULLY OVER HER SILENT BREAST
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə ɹˈoʊz fˈeɪs pˈeɪld baɪ tˈaɪm ænd pˈeɪn, nˈoʊ nˈuː spɹˈɪŋz nˈoʊ, lˈaɪk ðə flˈaʊɚ ʃiː wˈɛɹz, ðə lˈeɪdi sˈɛsiːl. wˌaɪ dˈʌz ʃiː sˈɛt ðə fɹˈɛʃ wˈaɪt ɹˈoʊz sˌoʊ fˈeɪθfəli ˌoʊvɚ hɜː sˈaɪlənt bɹˈɛst?