text_original: Standing there, in her satin gown, With candlelight on her yellow crown, And at her feet a bank of steel (I'll wager that look was caught by Peale!) Penelope held her rose on high   "I fine each one for a leaf to try!" She plucked the petals and blew them out, A rain of red they fluttered about.
text_transcription: STANDING THERE IN HER SATIN GOWN WITH CANDLE LIGHT ON HER YELLOW CROWN AND AT HER FEET A BANK OF STEEL I'LL WAGER THAT LOOK WAS CAUGHT BY PEAL PENELOPE HELD HER ROSE ON HIGH I FIND EACH ONE FOR A LEAF TO TRY SHE PLUCKED THE PETALS AND BLEW THEM OUT A RAIN OF RED THEY FLUTTERED ABOUT
phonemes: stˈændɪŋ ðˈɛɹ, ɪn hɜː sˈætɪn ɡˈaʊn, wɪð kˈændəllˌaɪt ˌɔn hɜː jˈɛloʊ kɹˈaʊn, ænd æt hɜː fˈiːt ɐ bˈæŋk ʌv stˈiːl (aɪl wˈeɪdʒɚ ðæt lˈʊk wʌz kˈɔːt baɪ pˈiːl!) pənˈɛləpi hˈɛld hɜː ɹˈoʊz ˌɔn hˈaɪ   "aɪ fˈaɪn ˈiːtʃ wˈʌn fɚɹə lˈiːf tə tɹˈaɪ!" ʃiː plˈʌkt ðə pˈɛɾəlz ænd blˈuː ðˌɛm ˈaʊt, ɐ ɹˈeɪn ʌv ɹˈɛd ðeɪ flˈʌɾɚd ɐbˈaʊt.