text_original: Some face whose beauty bids the heart despair! And yet, O blossoms pure! 38 'THE HOUSE OF ORCHIDS How marvelous the lure Of your fragility and innocence — This grace and wistfulness of helpless things That ask no recompense!
text_transcription: SOME FACE WHOSE BEAUTY BIDS THE HEART DESPAIR AND YET O BLOSSOMS PURE HOW MARVELLOUS STILL YOU ARE OF YOUR FRAGILITY AND INNOCENCE DISGRACE AND WISTFULNESS OF HELPLESS THINGS THAT ASK NO RECOMPENSE
phonemes: sˌʌm fˈeɪs hˌuːz bjˈuːɾi bˈɪdz ðə hˈɑːɹt dᵻspˈɛɹ! ænd jˈɛt, ˈoʊ blˈɔsəmz pjˈʊɹ! θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt ðə hˈaʊs ʌv ˈɔːɹkɪdz hˌaʊ mˈɑːɹvələs ðə lˈʊɹ ʌv jʊɹ fɹædʒˈɪlᵻɾi ænd ˈɪnəsəns — ðɪs ɡɹˈeɪs ænd wˈɪstfəlnəs ʌv hˈɛlpləs θˈɪŋz ðæt ˈæsk nˈoʊ ɹˈɛkəmpˌɛns!