text_original: Rise! ah, thou canst not! the rose tree that sheddest Its beautiful leaves, in the Spring time may bloom, But of cold things the coldest, of dead things the deadest, Love buried once, rises not from the tomb. Green things may grow on the hillside and heather, Birds seek the forest and build there and sing. All things revive in the beautiful weather, But unto a dead love there cometh no Spring.
text_transcription: RISE AH THOU CANST NOT THE ROSE TREE THAT SHEDDEST ITS BEAUTIFUL LEAVES IN THE SPRINGTIME MAY BLOOM BUT OF COLD THINGS THE COLDEST OF DEAD THINGS THE DEADEST LOVE BURIED ONCE RISES NOT FROM THE TOMB GREEN THINGS MAY GROW ON THE HILLSIDE AND HEATHER BIRDS SEEK THE FOREST AND BUILD THERE AND SING ALL THINGS REVIVE IN THE BEAUTIFUL WEATHER BUT UNTO A DEAD LOVE THERE COMETH NO SPRING
phonemes: ɹˈaɪz! ˈɑː, ðˈaʊ kˈænst nˈɑːt! ðə ɹˈoʊz tɹˈiː ðæt ʃˈɛdɪst ɪts bjˈuːɾifəl lˈiːvz, ɪnðə spɹˈɪŋ tˈaɪm mˈeɪ blˈuːm, bˌʌt ʌv kˈoʊld θˈɪŋz ðə kˈoʊldɪst, ʌv dˈɛd θˈɪŋz ðə dˈɛdɪst, lˈʌv bˈɛɹid wˈʌns, ɹˈaɪzᵻz nˌɑːt fɹʌmðə tˈuːm. ɡɹˈiːn θˈɪŋz mˈeɪ ɡɹˈoʊ ɔnðə hˈɪlsaɪd ænd hˈɛðɚ, bˈɜːdz sˈiːk ðə fˈɔːɹɪst ænd bˈɪld ðɛɹ ænd sˈɪŋ. ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz ɹᵻvˈaɪv ɪnðə bjˈuːɾifəl wˈɛðɚ, bˌʌt ˌʌntʊ ɐ dˈɛd lˈʌv ðɛɹ kˈʌməθ nˈoʊ spɹˈɪŋ.