text_original: XXII It was June in the garden, It was our time, our day; And our gaze with love on everything Did fall; They seemed then softly opening, And they saw and loved us both, The roses all.
text_transcription: TWO IT WAS JUNE IN THE GARDEN IT WAS OUR TIME OUR DAY AND OUR GAZE WITH LOVE ON EVERYTHING DID FALL THEY SEEMED THEN SOFT THE OPENING AND THEY SAW AND LOVED US BOTH THE ROSES ALL
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti tˈuː ɪt wʌz dʒˈuːn ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, ɪt wʌz ˌaʊɚ tˈaɪm, ˌaʊɚ dˈeɪ; ænd ˌaʊɚ ɡˈeɪz wɪð lˈʌv ˌɔn ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ dˈɪd fˈɔːl; ðeɪ sˈiːmd ðˈɛn sˈɔftli ˈoʊpənɪŋ, ænd ðeɪ sˈɔː ænd lˈʌvd ˌʌs bˈoʊθ, ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz ˈɔːl.