text_original: OSES have thorns, and love is thorny too ; And this is love s sharp thorn which guards its flower, That our beloved have the cruel power To hurt us deeper than all others do. The heart attuned to our heart like a charm, Beat answering beat, as echo answers song, If the throb falter, or the pulse beat wrong, How shall it fail to grieve us or to harm
text_transcription: ROSES HAVE THORNS AND LOVE IS THORNY TOO AND THIS IS LOVE'S SHARP THORN WHICH GUARDS ITS FLOWER THAT OUR BELOVED HAVE THE CRUEL POWER TO HURT US DEEPER THAN ALL OTHERS DO THE HEART ATTUNED TO OUR HEART LIKE A CHARM BEAT ANSWERING BEAT AS ECHO ANSWERS SONG IF THE THROB FALTER OR THE PULSE BEAT WRONG HOW SHALL IT FAIL TO GRIEVE US OR TO HARM
phonemes: ˈoʊsᵻz hæv θˈɔːɹnz, ænd lˈʌv ɪz θˈɔːɹni tˈuː ; ænd ðɪs ɪz lˈʌv ˈɛs ʃˈɑːɹp θˈɔːɹn wˌɪtʃ ɡˈɑːɹdz ɪts flˈaʊɚ, ðæt ˌaʊɚ bᵻlˈʌvd hæv ðə kɹˈuːəl pˈaʊɚ tə hˈɜːt ˌʌs dˈiːpɚ ðɐn ˈɔːl ˈʌðɚz dˈuː. ðə hˈɑːɹt ɐtˈuːnd tʊ ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹt lˈaɪk ɐ tʃˈɑːɹm, bˈiːt ˈænsɚɹɪŋ bˈiːt, æz ˈɛkoʊ ˈænsɚz sˈɔŋ, ɪf ðə θɹˈɑːb fˈɔltɚ, ɔːɹ ðə pˈʌls bˈiːt ɹˈɔŋ, hˌaʊ ʃˌæl ɪt fˈeɪl tə ɡɹˈiːv ˌʌs ɔːɹ tə hˈɑːɹm