text_original: What slender youth, besprinkled with perfume, Courts you on roses in some grotto's shade? Fair Pyrrha, say, for whom Your yellow hair you braid, So trim, so simple!
text_transcription: WHAT SLENDER YOUTH BESPRINKLED WITH PERFUME COURTS YOU ON ROSES IN SOME GROTTOS SHADE FAIR PIRA SAY FOR WHOM YOUR YELLOW HAIR YOU BRAID SO TRIM SO SIMPLE
phonemes: wˌʌt slˈɛndɚ jˈuːθ, bᵻspɹˈɪŋkəld wɪð pˈɜːfjuːm, kˈɔːɹts juː ˌɔn ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɪn sˌʌm ɡɹˈɑːɾoʊz ʃˈeɪd? fˈɛɹ pˈɪrhə, sˈeɪ, fɔːɹ hˈuːm jʊɹ jˈɛloʊ hˈɛɹ juː bɹˈeɪd, sˌoʊ tɹˈɪm, sˌoʊ sˈɪmpəl!