text_original: 118 THE BUTTERFLY I may not hear her in this place, Or watch the ripples in her face Where glad emotions play, or find The loveliness that makes me blind.
text_transcription: I MAY NOT HEAR HER IN THIS PLACE OR WATCH THE RIPPLES IN HER FACE WHERE GLAD EMOTIONS PLAY OR FIND THE LOVELINESS THAT MAKES ME BLIND
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪtiːn ðə bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪ aɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ hɜːɹ ɪn ðɪs plˈeɪs, ɔːɹ wˈɑːtʃ ðə ɹˈɪpəlz ɪn hɜː fˈeɪs wˌɛɹ ɡlˈæd ɪmˈoʊʃənz plˈeɪ, ɔːɹ fˈaɪnd ðə lˈʌvlinəs ðæt mˌeɪks mˌiː blˈaɪnd.