text_original: Late, when the year and the roses were lying Low with the ruins of Summer and bloom, Down in the dust fell a love that was dying, And the snow piled above it, and made it a tomb. Lo! now! the roses are budded for blossom   Lo! now! the Summer is risen again.
text_transcription: LATE WHEN THE YEAR AND THE ROSES WERE LYING LOW WITH THE RUINS OF SUMMER AND BLOOM DOWN IN THE DUST FELL A LOVE THAT WAS DYING AND THE SNOW PILED ABOVE IT AND MADE IT A TOMB LO NOW THE ROSES ARE BUDDED FOR BLOSSOM LO NOW THE SUMMER IS RISEN AGAIN
phonemes: lˈeɪt, wˌɛn ðə jˈɪɹ ænd ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz wɜː lˈaɪɪŋ lˈoʊ wɪððə ɹˈuːɪnz ʌv sˈʌmɚ ænd blˈuːm, dˌaʊn ɪnðə dˈʌst fˈɛl ɐ lˈʌv ðæt wʌz dˈaɪɪŋ, ænd ðə snˈoʊ pˈaɪld əbˈʌv ɪt, ænd mˌeɪd ɪɾ ɐ tˈuːm. lˈoʊ! nˈaʊ! ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɑːɹ bˈʌdᵻd fɔːɹ blˈɔsəm lˈoʊ! nˈaʊ! ðə sˈʌmɚɹ ɪz ɹˈɪzən ɐɡˈɛn.