text_original: 30 TWO ANGELS A crown of roses snowy white Surrounds one Angel's brow of light, Sweet, sweet the odor that it breathes ; A starry band of asphodels, Which shake out dim, mysterious smells, The other's statelier forehead wreathes.
text_transcription: TOLE A CROWN OF ROSES SNOWY WHITE SURROUNDS ONE ANGEL'S BROW OF LIGHT SWEET SWEET THE ODOUR THAT IT BREATHES A STARRY BAND OF ASPHODELS WHICH SHAKE OUT DIM MYSTERIOUS SMELLS THE OTHER'S STATELIER FOREHEAD WREATHES
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi tˈuː ˈeɪndʒəlz ɐ kɹˈaʊn ʌv ɹˈoʊzᵻz snˈoʊi wˈaɪt sɚɹˈaʊndz wˈʌn ˈeɪndʒəlz bɹˈaʊ ʌv lˈaɪt, swˈiːt, swˈiːt ðɪ ˈoʊdɚ ðˌɐɾɪt bɹˈiːðz ; ɐ stˈɑːɹi bˈænd ʌv ɐsfˈoʊdəlz, wˌɪtʃ ʃˈeɪk ˈaʊt dˈɪm, mɪstˈɪɹiəs smˈɛlz, ðɪ ˈʌðɚz stˈeɪtliɚ fˈɔːɹhɛd ɹˈiːðz.