text_original: Perhaps now blooms that queen of trees I set but saw not grow, And he, beside its glow— Eyes couched of the mis vision that blurred me— Ay, there beside that queen of trees He sees me as I was, though sees Too late to tell me so!
text_transcription: PERHAPS NOW BLOOMS THAT QUEEN OF TREES I SAT BUT SAW NOT GROW AND HE BESIDE ITS GLOW EYES COUCHED ON THE MISVISION THAT BLURRED ME AY THERE BESIDE THAT QUEEN OF TREES HE SEES ME AS I WAS THOUGH SEES TOO LATE TO TELL ME SO
phonemes: pɚhˈæps nˈaʊ blˈuːmz ðæt kwˈiːn ʌv tɹˈiːz aɪ sˈɛt bˌʌt sˈɔː nˌɑːt ɡɹˈoʊ, ænd hiː, bᵻsˌaɪd ɪts ɡlˈoʊ— ˈaɪz kˈaʊtʃt ʌvðə mˈɪs vˈɪʒən ðæt blˈɜːd mˌiː— ˈaɪ, ðɛɹ bᵻsˌaɪd ðæt kwˈiːn ʌv tɹˈiːz hiː sˈiːz mˌiː æz aɪ wʌz, ðˌoʊ sˈiːz tˈuː lˈeɪt tə tˈɛl mˌiː sˈoʊ!