text_original: And the Lady Cecile Cried with her lips that erst were dumb "See! am I not true? your flower I wore," And her thin hand eagerly touched the flower, "He is smiling upon me! yes, love, I come."
text_transcription: AND THE LADY CECIAL CRIED WITH HER LIPS THAT ERST WERE DUMB SEA AM I NOT TRUE YOUR FLOWER I WORE AND HER THIN HAND EAGERLY TOUCHED THE FLOWER HE IS SMILING UPON ME YES LOVE I COME
phonemes: ænd ðə lˈeɪdi sˈɛsiːl kɹˈaɪd wɪð hɜː lˈɪps ðæt ˈɜːst wɜː dˈʌm "sˈiː! æm aɪ nˌɑːt tɹˈuː? jʊɹ flˈaʊɚɹ aɪ wˈɔːɹ," ænd hɜː θˈɪn hˈænd ˈiːɡɚli tˈʌtʃt ðə flˈaʊɚ, "hiː ɪz smˈaɪlɪŋ əpˌɑːn mˌiː! jˈɛs, lˈʌv, aɪ kˈʌm."