text_original: Still smile the late pink roses on their stem, And heliotropes, thick set, Woo every passing hand to gather them ; The brown, sweet mignonette MESSENGER WITH BOW STRING 153 Still spreads a fragrant carpet, and the gay Nasturtiums flaunt and soar, Making a mimic sunshine on the gray ; But death is at the door ! O messenger ! have patience for a space.
text_transcription: STILL SMILE THE LATE PINK ROSES ON THEIR STEM AND HELIOTROPES THICK SET DREW EVERY PASSING HAND TO GATHER THEM THE BROWN SWEET MIGNONETTE STILL SPREADS THE FRAGRANT CARPET AND THE GAY NASTURTIUMS FLAUNT AND SORE MAKING A MIMIC SUNSHINE ON THE GRAY BUT DEATH IS AT THE DOOR O MESSENGER HAVE PATIENCE FOR SPACE
phonemes: stˈɪl smˈaɪl ðə lˈeɪt pˈɪŋk ɹˈoʊzᵻz ˌɔn ðɛɹ stˈɛm, ænd hˈɛlɪˌɑːtɹoʊps, θˈɪk sˈɛt, wˈuː ˈɛvɹi pˈæsɪŋ hˈænd tə ɡˈæðɚ ðˌɛm ; ðə bɹˈaʊn, swˈiːt mɪɡnənˈɛt mˈɛsɪndʒɚ wɪð bˈoʊ stɹˈɪŋ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti θɹˈiː stˈɪl spɹˈɛdz ɐ fɹˈeɪɡɹənt kˈɑːɹpɪt, ænd ðə ɡˈeɪ næstˈɜːɾiəmz flˈɔːnt ænd sˈɔːɹ, mˌeɪkɪŋ ɐ mˈɪmɪk sˈʌnʃaɪn ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪ ; bˌʌt dˈɛθ ɪz æt ðə dˈɔːɹ ! ˈoʊ mˈɛsɪndʒɚ ! hæv pˈeɪʃəns fɚɹə spˈeɪs.