text_original: With dew blind eyes the roses weep, She comes she will not come it seems; The air is sick with scent of sleep And dust of long forgotten dreams.
text_transcription: WITH DEWBLIND EYES THE ROSES WEEP SHE COMES SHE WILL NOT COME IT SEEMS THE AIR IS SICK WITH SCENT OF SLEEP AND DUST OF LONG FORGOTTEN DREAMS
phonemes: wɪð dˈuː blˈaɪnd ˈaɪz ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz wˈiːp, ʃiː kˈʌmz ʃiː wɪl nˌɑːt kˈʌm ɪt sˈiːmz; ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪz sˈɪk wɪð sˈɛnt ʌv slˈiːp ænd dˈʌst ʌv lˈɔŋ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ dɹˈiːmz.