text_original: 57 A YELLOW ROSE Sad Autumn is the miser of thy gold; But dead and meek Thy petals speak More than thy beauty told.
text_transcription: A A YELLOW ROSE SAD AUTUMN IS THE MISER OF THY GOLD BUT DEAD AND MEEK THY PETALS SPEAK MORE THAN THY BEAUTY TOLD
phonemes: fˈɪfti sˈɛvən ɐ jˈɛloʊ ɹˈoʊz sˈæd ˈɔːɾʌm ɪz ðə mˈaɪzɚɹ ʌv ðˌaɪ ɡˈoʊld; bˌʌt dˈɛd ænd mˈiːk ðˌaɪ pˈɛɾəlz spˈiːk mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ðˌaɪ bjˈuːɾi tˈoʊld.