text_original: She has known such pomp, she careth not, For any humble sight; Flowers bending o'er the brook's green edge, To her give no delight; She tends her costly eastern bird With gold upon its wing; But her wild roses bloom for me, For me her wild birds sing.
text_transcription: SHE HAS KNOWN SUCH POMP SHE CARETH NOT FOR ANY HUMBLE SIGHT FLOWERS BENDING OVER THE BROOK'S GREEN EDGE TO GIVE HER NO DELIGHT SHE TENDS HER COSTLY EASTERN BIRD WITH GOLD UPON ITS WING BUT HER WILD ROSES BLOOM FOR ME FOR ME HER WILD BIRDS SING
phonemes: ʃiː hɐz nˈoʊn sˈʌtʃ pˈɑːmp, ʃiː kˈɑːɹɹəθ nˈɑːt, fɔːɹ ˌɛni hˈʌmbəl sˈaɪt; flˈaʊɚz bˈɛndɪŋ ˈɔːɹ ðə bɹˈʊks ɡɹˈiːn ˈɛdʒ, tə hɜː ɡˈɪv nˈoʊ dᵻlˈaɪt; ʃiː tˈɛndz hɜː kˈɔstli ˈiːstɚn bˈɜːd wɪð ɡˈoʊld əpˌɑːn ɪts wˈɪŋ; bˌʌt hɜː wˈaɪld ɹˈoʊzᵻz blˈuːm fɔːɹ mˌiː, fɔːɹ mˌiː hɜː wˈaɪld bˈɜːdz sˈɪŋ.