text_original: If after life can come to blossoms gone, Surely Persephone Shall crown her brow with thee, In realms where burns nor star nor sun To show the dead what amaranths to seek. And ah — this other!
text_transcription: IF AFTER LIFE CAN COME TO BLOSSOMS GONE SURELY PERSEPHANI SHALL CROWN HER BROW WITH THEE IN RAMS WHERE BURNS NOR STAR NOR SUN TO SHOW THE DEAD WHAT AMARRANDS TO SEEK AND AH THIS OTHER
phonemes: ɪf ˈæftɚ lˈaɪf kæn kˈʌm tə blˈɔsəmz ɡˈɔn, ʃˈʊɹli pɚsˈɛfəni ʃˌæl kɹˈaʊn hɜː bɹˈaʊ wɪð ðˈiː, ɪn ɹˈɛlmz wˌɛɹ bˈɜːnz nˈɔːɹ stˈɑːɹ nˈɔːɹ sˈʌn tə ʃˈoʊ ðə dˈɛd wʌt ˈæmɚɹˌænθs tə sˈiːk. ænd ˈɑː — ðɪs ˈʌðɚ!