text_original: "How can that be," she thought, staring at the light branches of a rose tree that swayed from the trellis above her head; the sun struck vivid sparks of emerald fire from its translucent leaves, the breeze shook a full blown blossom, and a handful of the odorous petals fell upon her face. She inhaled their fragrance as in a dream of pain. "So I will sever thee from my life," she repeated, looking at the shattered rose.
text_transcription: HOW CAN THAT BE SHE THOUGHT STARING AT THE LIGHT ABOVE HER HEAD THE SUN STRUCK VIVID SPARKS OF EMERALD FIRE FROM ITS TRANSLUCENT LEAVES THE BREEZE SHOOK A FULL BLOWN BLOSSOM AND A HANDFUL OF ODOROUS PETALS FELL UPON HER FACE SHE INHALED THEIR FRAGRANCE AS IN A DREAM OF PAIN SO I WILL SEVER THEE FROM MY LIFE SHE REPEATED LOOKING AT THE SHATTERED ROSE
phonemes: "hˌaʊ kæn ðæt bˈiː," ʃiː θˈɔːt, stˈɛɹɪŋ æt ðə lˈaɪt bɹˈæntʃᵻz əvɚ ɹˈoʊz tɹˈiː ðæt swˈeɪd fɹʌmðə tɹˈɛliz əbˌʌv hɜː hˈɛd; ðə sˈʌn stɹˈʌk vˈɪvɪd spˈɑːɹks ʌv ˈɛmɚɹəld fˈaɪɚ fɹʌm ɪts tɹænslˈuːsənt lˈiːvz, ðə bɹˈiːz ʃˈʊk ɐ fˈʊl blˈoʊn blˈɔsəm, ænd ɐ hˈændfəl ʌvðɪ ˈoʊdɚɹəs pˈɛɾəlz fˈɛl əpˌɑːn hɜː fˈeɪs. ʃiː ɪnhˈeɪld ðɛɹ fɹˈeɪɡɹəns æz ɪn ɐ dɹˈiːm ʌv pˈeɪn. "sˌoʊ aɪ wɪl sˈɛvɚ ðiː fɹʌm maɪ lˈaɪf," ʃiː ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd, lˈʊkɪŋ æt ðə ʃˈæɾɚd ɹˈoʊz.