text_original: No more in haunts of green the maidens bound their posies, No more their laughter leapt to greet the May, There was an end of our brief holiday, And there was no more passion in our roses ; So one by one we watched the petals fall, And found no buds to grace the carnival.
text_transcription: NO MORE IN HAUNTS OF GREEN THE MAIDENS BOUND THEIR POSIES NO MORE THEIR LAUGHTER LAPT TO GREET THE MAY THERE WAS AN END OF OUR BRIEF HOLIDAY AND THERE WAS NO MORE PASSION IN OUR ROSES SO ONE BY ONE WE WATCHED THE PETALS FALL AND FOUND NO BUDS TO GRAZE THE CARNIVAL
phonemes: nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɪn hˈɔːnts ʌv ɡɹˈiːn ðə mˈeɪdənz bˈaʊnd ðɛɹ pˈoʊziz, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðɛɹ lˈæftɚ lˈɛpt tə ɡɹˈiːt ðə mˈeɪ, ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐn ˈɛnd ʌv ˌaʊɚ bɹˈiːf hˈɑːlɪdˌeɪ, ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ pˈæʃən ɪn ˌaʊɚ ɹˈoʊzᵻz ; sˌoʊ wˈʌn baɪ wˈʌn wiː wˈɑːtʃt ðə pˈɛɾəlz fˈɔːl, ænd fˈaʊnd nˈoʊ bˈʌdz tə ɡɹˈeɪs ðə kˈɑːɹnɪvəl.