text_original: A ROSE IN A GLASS 83 A ROSE IN A GLASS ONLY a rose in a glass, Set by a sick man's bed ; The day was weary, the day was long, But the rose it spoke with a voice like song, And this is what it said : " I know that the wind is keen, And the drifted snows lie deep ; I know that the cruel ice lies spread O'er the laughing brook and the lake's blue bed, And the fountain's rush and leap.
text_transcription: X DOT ORK BY SONYA A ROSE IN A GLASS ONLY A ROSE IN A GLASS SET BY A SICK MAN'S BED THE DAY WAS WEARY THE DAY WAS LONG BUT THE ROSE EAT SPOKE WITH A VOICE LIKE SONG AND THIS IS WHAT IT SAID I KNOW THAT THE WIND IS KEEN AND THE DRIFTED SNOWS LIE DEEP I KNOW THAT THE CRUEL EYES LIE SPREAD OVER THE LAUGHING BROOK AND THE LAKE'S BLUE BED AND THE FOUNTAINS RUSH AND LEAP
phonemes: ɐ ɹˈoʊz ɪn ɐ ɡlˈæs ˈeɪɾi θɹˈiː ɐ ɹˈoʊz ɪn ɐ ɡlˈæs ˈoʊnli ɐ ɹˈoʊz ɪn ɐ ɡlˈæs, sˈɛt baɪ ɐ sˈɪk mˈænz bˈɛd ; ðə dˈeɪ wʌz wˈɪɹi, ðə dˈeɪ wʌz lˈɔŋ, bˌʌt ðə ɹˈoʊz ɪt spˈoʊk wɪð ɐ vˈɔɪs lˈaɪk sˈɔŋ, ænd ðɪs ɪz wʌt ɪt sˈɛd : " aɪ nˈoʊ ðætðə wˈɪnd ɪz kˈiːn, ænd ðə dɹˈɪftᵻd snˈoʊz lˈaɪ dˈiːp ; aɪ nˈoʊ ðætðə kɹˈuːəl ˈaɪs lˈaɪz spɹˈɛd ˈɔːɹ ðə lˈæfɪŋ bɹˈʊk ænd ðə lˈeɪkz blˈuː bˈɛd, ænd ðə fˈaʊntɪnz ɹˈʌʃ ænd lˈiːp.