text_original: Tho long ago the rose Have faded from her cheek, for labor done, Vigils, and anxious tears, Her child sees not the loss, nor counts her years.
text_transcription: THOUGH LONG AGO THE ROSE HAVE FADED FROM HER CHEEK FOR LABOUR DONE VIGILS AND ANXIOUS TEARS HER CHILD SEES NOT THE LOSS NOR COUNTS HER YEARS
phonemes: ðˈoʊ lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ ðə ɹˈoʊz hæv fˈeɪdᵻd fɹʌm hɜː tʃˈiːk, fɔːɹ lˈeɪbɚ dˈʌn, vˈɪdʒɪlz, ænd ˈæŋʃəs tˈɪɹz, hɜː tʃˈaɪld sˈiːz nˌɑːt ðə lˈɔs, nˈɔːɹ kˈaʊnts hɜː jˈɪɹz.