text_original: " Then over the sick man's heart Fell a deep and hushed repose. He turned on his pillow and whispered low, That only the listening flower might know : " I thank thee, Rose, dear Rose."
text_transcription: THEN OVER THE SICK MAN'S HEART FELL A DEEP AND HUSHED REPOSE HE TURNED ON HIS PILLOW AND WHISPERED LOW THAT ONLY THE LISTENING FLOWER MIGHT KNOW I THANK THEE ROSE DEAR ROSE
phonemes: " ðˈɛn ˌoʊvɚ ðə sˈɪk mˈænz hˈɑːɹt fˈɛl ɐ dˈiːp ænd hˈʌʃt ɹᵻpˈoʊz. hiː tˈɜːnd ˌɔn hɪz pˈɪloʊ ænd wˈɪspɚd lˈoʊ, ðæt ˈoʊnli ðə lˈɪsənɪŋ flˈaʊɚ mˌaɪt nˈoʊ : " aɪ θˈæŋk ðˈiː, ɹˈoʊz, dˈɪɹ ɹˈoʊz."