text_original: Thou bringest me mine own, The garnered flowers which felt thy sickle keen, And the full vision of that Face divine, Which I have loved unseen.
text_transcription: THOU BRINGEST ME MINE OWN THE GARNER FLOWERS WHICH FELT THY SICKLE KEEN AND THE FULL VISION OF THAT FACE DIVINE WHICH I HAVE LOVED UNSEEN
phonemes: ðˈaʊ bɹˈɪŋɡɪst mˌiː mˈaɪn ˈoʊn, ðə ɡˈɑːɹnɚd flˈaʊɚz wˌɪtʃ fˈɛlt ðˌaɪ sˈɪkəl kˈiːn, ænd ðə fˈʊl vˈɪʒən ʌv ðæt fˈeɪs dᵻvˈaɪn, wˌɪtʃ aɪ hæv lˈʌvd ʌnsˈiːn.