text_original: " I know, I know all this ; Yet here I sit a rose ! Smiling I sit, and I feel no fear, For God is good and the Spring is near, Couched in the shrouding snows. 84 A ROSE IN A GLASS 11 Canst thou not smile with me ? Art thou less strong than I
text_transcription: I KNOW I KNOW ALL THIS YET HERE I SIT A ROSE SMILING I SIT AND I FEAR NO FEAR FOR GOD IS GOOD AND THE SPRING IS NEAR COUCHED IN THE SHROUDING SNOWS CANST THOU NOT SMILE WITH ME ART THOU LESS STRONG THAN I
phonemes: " aɪ nˈoʊ, aɪ nˈoʊ ˈɔːl ðˈɪs ; jˈɛt hˈɪɹ aɪ sˈɪt ɐ ɹˈoʊz ! smˈaɪlɪŋ aɪ sˈɪt, ænd aɪ fˈiːl nˈoʊ fˈɪɹ, fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːd ɪz ɡˈʊd ænd ðə spɹˈɪŋ ɪz nˈɪɹ, kˈaʊtʃt ɪnðə ʃɹˈaʊdɪŋ snˈoʊz. ˈeɪɾi fˈɔːɹ ɐ ɹˈoʊz ɪn ɐ ɡlˈæs ɪlˈɛvən kˈænst ðˈaʊ nˌɑːt smˈaɪl wɪð mˌiː ? ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ lˈɛs stɹˈɔŋ ðɐn ˈaɪ